8th december 2016, NY, New York City
There it was. The city i've been missing, the city i've been googling on google maps. The city who never sleeps. From the buss window I spotted the Empire State Building with tiny tears filling up. I've never been this ready for anything this big.
Finally I'm home, hello New York. Cloudy, 4 C+, normal traffic at 11.16 am. The last stop was at 46th street in Manhattan. The first thing my eyes saw was the high buildings, the yellow taxi cabs and of course the smell of the city, air that is sweetened and gassy from all the traffic. I was finally home. I didn't even know what to do, I hadn't planned anything for that day expect to go to Top of the Rock. I had now idea were to go so the maps on my phone was my best friend for the day. It's pretty simpel to guide yourself through the city. The map is divided in to grids, there is streets horizontally and avenues vertically. And the streets and avenues are in order (5th, 6th, 7th etc..) I found myself outside the Empire State building. I leaned over to the building wall like I always do, it's a thing. My mind was set on walking through the fifth avenue. The streets was full of vividly people, you could hear music from every corner, small street stalls where people were bargaining. My heels guided me to wonderland, 5th Avenue. I passed by the beautiful Public Library where I purchased a book and a old poster of Manhattan. The Library is very exclusive, very nice and old, middle of modern boutiques. I haggled myself a pretzel, shopped a little, walked through the whole street until I had Central Park infront of me. My shoes killed my feet so I sat down and enjoyed the sunset by the Central Park. I found myself amazed how I much love I had for this City. Can you love something that much? more than a item, more than a pet. That moment is that kind of moment you want to go back to. The silent moment for yourself watching everything being alive around you. People having their personal reasons why running those streets. The sunset making the sky pink and violet. Being in Sweden just gives me more reasons to be there, middle of everything.
I can tell, that the city just changes after the day hours. When it gets dark, people kind of comes out. The city just woke up. It has it's own stars lightning up the corners and the fashion lurking up. Hun, it's true! the fashion is really alive here. Everyone dresses exquisite and I just blended in. In Stockholm, me walking the streets with black stilett heels and sunglasses is forbidden, I get the question "Why do you wear that?" and I am getting tired of it. Darling, Times Square is wonder. It is all real and bright. My first time in New York I was there with my Godmother and she told me "follow the lights", what she meant by that was that by following the lights I would find Times Square. And so I did, and it just appeared from nowhere. New York is the best by night time. It just surprises you. In one of the schoolbooks it said that the human is constantly seeking competency with others and creates groups after similarities. I denied it at first, but by seeing something else than Stockholm, gives me another perspective on things. I have always tried to not belong to a group (for example: feminism, youngs, a swede etc..) cause I want to be seen as me. Does it sound to weird and complicated? But now I understand that it is true, I seek myself to New York all the time. I want to belong there, to be a part of it.