I'm back....sorta

Ok, so I had a blog. No, not this one, a different one. But I'm sorta special ed (I didn't ride the short bus or eat glue if you're wondering) and I can't remember what my log in was for said blog. So I made a new one. A better one if you will. And by better, I mean, I'm going to actually use it and update it. I know, shocker. Didn't mean to rattle your core there but it will happen this time.

I'm in a place. A weird place. Well, I'm actually sitting on my couch right now but mentally I mean. For the last year or so I've had this overwhelming urge to just pack up my stuff and move. Anywhere. Scratch that. New York would be my first choice. I fucking LOVE the city. Honestly, there isn't one thing about it that I don't like. The people, the places, the insane traffic, and this is gross, but even the smell. I think I romanticize about it. I love the city like I love a person. Eh, I'm weird, I know. I just went a few months ago with my BFF and had the BEST time. Met up with some very special people to me, celebrated a birthday for one of these very special people, took in some sights I hadn't yet seen. In short, I did the whole shebang. And couldn't get enough of it. I mean, look at it.

How could you not feel something when you see that? I know this is totally cliche, but that saying, if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere, is true. I could be completely wrong (I'm admitting it) but I think you can really find yourself in a city like that. It would force you to grow up and do things that you wouldn't do if you were from, oh say a small town in the middle of North Carolina.

So if I even win the lotto or something crazy like that, you know what my plans will be. Pack up and move to the city that never sleeps.

In closing (how ever proper of me) I think I'll end each posting with a photo of a cute shoe. Seeing as how I love shoes like I love New York.