I just want to go to New York.
I want to eat a hot dog for a vendor guy. and pizza. i wanna get coffee at 3 am. And smoke cigarettes like it's the 60's and everyone is doing it.
I want to stay up and watch the sunrise over the skyline, walk over the Brooklyn bridge. Go to Ellis Island and touch part of my history. I want to go to all the museums ever, and sit in central park and read.
I want to go into a beautiful cathedral and pray. i want to feel the rush of city life and drink a fancy drink that i can't afford and pretend I'm Carrie Bradshaw.
I have been in love with this city since I was young, and I've never been there, and as much as i love Chicago, it's not cutting it anymore.
Part of me, though, is a little worried that when i get there, it wont live up to my expectations and I'll hate it and think everything is too fast paced and people aren't nice enough.
And I want to go to the Algonquin and sit where Dorothy Parker, and Fitzgerlad, and Salginer and Hemingway all sat. I want to walk the same streets they wrote about.
And then i want to go to Hartford and be in love with the simple, old, slower way of life that is New England, and i want to pretend i'm a gilmore girl, maybe....just a little.
I want to visit Harvard and Yale and walk around and let the smarts seep into me.
It has to be fall. i love fall and i think everything will be more magical in the fall.
Because everything makes more sense in fall.
so...let's make that happen?
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