This city affected me in ways I find difficult to explain or even comprehend. I think the closest I can come to describing it, is a Summer Romance. You know it’s not going to last forever, but when it’s time to go home, it leaves you with this heartache and bitter sweet memories. I’ve waited nearly 6 months after returning to even open the photos. I was afraid that the images will not justify my memories.

“I lost my heart, but found myself”

To say that New York, has gotten under my skin is an understatement.  Going to America alone is the single most liberating thing I’ve done in my whole life… it made me believe in me. The 1st image of my feet, is probably the best image to describe my experience. After 2 days of walking, with blisters the size of a R5 on my heel (and trust me it’s not my first time traveling and not the first time walking vast distances), I decided to buy some flip flops. The thought behind it was to have the least amount of skin in contact with the shoe. EPIC fail… after another two days of walking (and losing a Pinky toenail), I literally had NO feeling between my big toe and the one next to it. By that time my nail polish went to the dark recesses of a place called Pedicure, my feet was covered with tape and New York grime and then I walked over this stenciling on the sidewalk. I was literally walking my feet into oblivion in search of magic… and I found it!!! Highlight: Watching the Broadway show “Annie” from the 4th row. Annie was coincidentally also the very 1st movie I saw as a 4 year old.