New York. The city of dreams. The city where all my dreams became a reality. I sit here today, double shot espresso in hand, wondering, how did I get so lucky? What did I do to deserve the lustre beholding my existence that I now possess? Why, me
whom meanders through crowds or cascades with utter tranquillity and peace. Deeply in haling each unwithered breath, as if it were my very last. To what do I owe this leisure?
You see.
It wasn't as easy as it sounds.
7 Years Ago -
Today was the day I moved to New York. My get away. Where my life started.
It was an early start, 5 o'clock this morning, I took my last glance at the bare rooms of my West London apartment. It was small, musty and cramped. The walls leaving a constant surge of enclosure. But, on the other hand
, I left it, locking up a space of my youthful smiles. Recollecting on something I now call my previous life as I fitted the key through the door for the last time. Sure, I will treasure those memories as if they were souvenirs. But I'd never been more ready to pack up and leave. I'd been planning this for years, and I was so glad the hour was upon me.
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Bucketlist Boy
Historia CortaAfter living in a London apartment most of his life, Tristan decides he wants a change. New York is the place where everything changes, but what could turn it upside down? The coffee shop, the baby or the girl with the auburn waves?
