Things rarely happen as you planned and its even less likely that they are as magical in reality as they were in your brain the day before. The more creative your imagination, the heavier the disappointment. While my pessimistic view towards ideas, relationships, plans, the future, and all events of everyday life has proven true on most every occasion, I stand corrected. New York is more magical than the color of your dreams.
Monday night at 2am (tuesday morning-whatever) we hopped on a train and headed to NYC.
It wasn’t what we expected…i don’t know what we expected. It was long and cold and uncomfortable…which made us laugh the whole way.
And here we are…
A place for each of us.