(there are numerous other things I should be doing now)

When I was little-r (I want to say, like... grade school... but you'll have to ask my mama), I had only the biggest obsession with New York. Manhattan Island, especially, intrigued me. On our flights to Jordan, I remember looking out the plane window as we flew out of the state, excitedly asking where Manhattan was. My heart beat faster knowing I was so close to it!
Skip to early high school, and my friends Dani, Alexa, and Shaina and I made a pact that we'd live in The Big Apple together.
A few days ago, I watched Bill Cunningham: New York, and there was a scene where Bill opened the window of his apartment. Hearing the sounds of cars and people, the way it all sounds when it's streaming up from a busy, ever-changing sea below, basically reaffirmed that I still really want to live there.

I'm actually not too particular - I just want to be near a blustering city.
I like to think I'd never tire of honking cars, fast-walking people, or weird smells.
I'd certainly never tire of taking in all the lights at night (lights are pretty much my favorite things ever [I'm not kidding]).

Because of this sighing mood I'm in, so wistful and so dreamy, I'll close this with a wistful and dreamy song.