my legs are cold.

my last postita about perfume shopping with my daddy made me think of a few things.

1. i want him to teach my future husband how to buy the following:

a. perfume

b. purses

c. jewelry

not joking kids, my dad is good as gold when it comes to that stuff.

he is proud when his "g" comes out.

and 

2. when i went to new york the december of my sophomore year in high school

it was just daddy and me.

new york city in december quickly became my favorite.

i loved that no one ever slept.

i loved that daddy took me to saks fifth avenue

to perfume shop for mommy.

the light show that goes with these flakes was phenomenal.

i felt like such an adult.

alternating my sniffs between burberry, chanel, bulgari and coffee beans.

giving my opinion to the sales rep and my dad like i was some fancy pants.

i loved it when i was allowed to go explore the store.

i found the perfect shade of bright pink lip gloss

and coveted the scarves and clothes.

i was in heaven.

but my favorite part had to have been the tree.

it's really something you need to see to believe,

but trust me, 

it's incredible.

jaw-dropping.

open-mouth drooling.

and word stopping.

eyez juss whanuh goez b@k.

heaven.

i stumbled upon this article today.

and i think i've found my new home.

four stories.

times square.

did i mention it's four stories?!

it looks amazing.

people literally get lost inside.

bitten.

it got me again.
that little bug i sometimes get.
the one that tells me i need change.
that i can learn more somewhere else.
the one that tells me i need to get out and live.
today it's telling me to go here.
i'm looking up jobs as we speak.

stone forest

Welcome to where I was born to spend the rest of my days.

I long for the city. 

For the energy and life that surges through your body every second.

I've only been able to witness it in glimpses.

I feel robbed.

I ache for something I've never really had.

The loud noises and occupied people.

I want to get lost in the concrete jungle.

I want to find myself through my struggle to survive it.

I belong there.

The colors.  The people.  The fashions.

This is what awaits me.

I can't wait to grow up.

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