After a short trip through New York City this week, I realize that I'm still pulled by it. It's as if there is invisible rope around my guts pulling me towards the city. There's an electricity that I cannot explain, nor deny. To not visit it annually seems unthinkable, unbearable.
For someone so pulled to it, you'd think I would have done more than just dreaming of living there.
It stops my heart like a great love and butterflies my stomach like first love.
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