3 years ago

3 years ago

Three years ago on this day, at 11.25am my plane touched the ground at JFK International Airport. My stomach was in knots and I was scared and excited to begin a new journey, far away from my family and friends.

Three years ago on this day, around 1pm, after a long exhilirating train ride, I walked up the stairs of a New York City subway for the first time and touched Manhattan ground. Brownstone buildings, water towers, scaffolding, a green park, tons of people, noise, cars, unfamiliar smells, and the sun shining in a bright blue sky.

Three years ago on this day, in this moment, I realized how lucky I was.

Three years ago on this day, I finally felt at home, in a place I have never been, without safety or structure, without people I knew, but set free to find myself.

Three years ago on this day, I knew what love at first sight felt like, and how hard it would be to let go.

Three years later.
Today, I am back in the place I call home.
With brownstone buildings, high rises, water towers, all those cars, people, and all familiar smells. With parks, and bridges, with rain, storms and snow, and today with the sun shining in a bright blue sky.

Today, I am happy, and realize how lucky I am.
New York City, we have made it through three years, with struggles, and bad days, ups and downs. With long distances between us, but we still made it work, we still make it work every day.

Today, New York City, you still have my heart.

three years ago


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