I was in bed last night reminiscing about our recent holiday to New York with my husband. My heart was a little achey. I felt so sad for the New Yorkers after Hurricane Sandy hit. I watched it all unfold on the tv, twitter and live YouTube updates. I text my husband furiously all day Monday and Tuesday with updates. We talked about Battery Park, Staten Island Ferry, Downtown, the High Line…
After only just being there a few months ago it all felt a little strange to me. My husband and I agreed that that holiday was one of the most amazing things in our lives. I still sit dreaming and and thinking about my time there. Every single thing about that holiday was perfect. I feel forever changed because of it. I feel forever grateful I go to visit NY. Now, because I’ve been there, I feel like a teensy part of me belongs to New York. That city made me feel more alive and more energetic than ever before. It made my husband feel exactly the same way.
I can’t help but look at the pictures and feel sad and homesick.
I really really wished Hurricane Sandy had not happened. Onwards and upwards for NY. I hope I get to go back there again one day soon…