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We fell in love with each other and New York City in the same year, at the same progression.
Our love affair started with two strangers sitting side-by-side, day-in day-out, dreaming over bigger things yet to come. It was our personal escape from the doldrums, mundane daily work of our jobs.
I’d look for apartments, he’d look for images. We’d share them with each other until finally, strangers became friends who became each other’s crushes who became lovers-for-life.
New York City is the defining item (and our love for it) that brought us together – so much so that we married in New York City, far away from our Midwestern lives and extended families.
This weekend, we watched (probably too much) 9/11 coverage and our hearts ached for the city that feels so much a part of us – to our very core. We are proud of it like a grown, younger sibling in its rebirth and renaissance. We ache for it like a lost friend we are separated from.
What’d I do with all of this ache? Booked a winter trip to visit our long lost friend, the city that never sleeps, of course.
If I close my eyes now and focus really hard, I can hear the city sounds. Can you?
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