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Breath taking and fantastic.
That seems to sum up my trip to the lovely Big Apple.
I arrived early in the morning to a cold city that seemed empty.
One short taxi ride and I was jumping the steps to Panni's apt.
We won't go into detail on how I waited 15 minutes outside while my beautiful
friend dreamed fast asleep or how there was a random boy at her apartment at that early hour.
Instead I will talk about the brownstones that I gazed upon every day while there.
Or the cute boys that seemed to line the streets. It was a different New York this time around.
Shopping in Brooklyn where there were taxidermied animals and insects and the animal collective seemed to spew
out of every stereo. It was enchanting and windy and I was absolutely in love.
Lingerie shops with beautiful garments that sang to me when I passed by them.
Cuddling in bed with Panni and having kittens pounce no me all night.
Feverishly deciding then and there that I will buy myself a falabella when I have a garden in England.
Realizing that I seemed to be the only girl in New York wearing lipstick.
Parties with dancing on roof tops and singing along while the Kings of Leon boys played beside me on the couch.
Meeting a decidingly cute boy at a party that thought I was beautiful.
Sharing wine and telling truths to the seemingly one person in the world who understands me.
Max and Rachels adorable apartment and their to cute for school puppy.
Running into the adorable Sartorialist on the streets of Soho
and having my cheecks blush so hard that they still hurt.
Kissing a boy on 10th and University while it softly rained and suddenly had a dejavu moment from Florence.
Pomegranate margaritas and red wine overflowing, super models around every corner.
Sickening that I know there names.
10.00 hot chocolates while sitting in a cozy french bistro style cafe watching old Charlie Chaplin movies.
Feeling creative, inspired, and at home all at the same time.
That seems to sum up my trip to the lovely Big Apple.
I arrived early in the morning to a cold city that seemed empty.
One short taxi ride and I was jumping the steps to Panni's apt.
We won't go into detail on how I waited 15 minutes outside while my beautiful
friend dreamed fast asleep or how there was a random boy at her apartment at that early hour.
Instead I will talk about the brownstones that I gazed upon every day while there.
Or the cute boys that seemed to line the streets. It was a different New York this time around.
Shopping in Brooklyn where there were taxidermied animals and insects and the animal collective seemed to spew
out of every stereo. It was enchanting and windy and I was absolutely in love.
Lingerie shops with beautiful garments that sang to me when I passed by them.
Cuddling in bed with Panni and having kittens pounce no me all night.
Feverishly deciding then and there that I will buy myself a falabella when I have a garden in England.
Realizing that I seemed to be the only girl in New York wearing lipstick.
Parties with dancing on roof tops and singing along while the Kings of Leon boys played beside me on the couch.
Meeting a decidingly cute boy at a party that thought I was beautiful.
Sharing wine and telling truths to the seemingly one person in the world who understands me.
Max and Rachels adorable apartment and their to cute for school puppy.
Running into the adorable Sartorialist on the streets of Soho
and having my cheecks blush so hard that they still hurt.
Kissing a boy on 10th and University while it softly rained and suddenly had a dejavu moment from Florence.
Pomegranate margaritas and red wine overflowing, super models around every corner.
Sickening that I know there names.
10.00 hot chocolates while sitting in a cozy french bistro style cafe watching old Charlie Chaplin movies.
Feeling creative, inspired, and at home all at the same time.