The way I see it, you only need to know a few things about me: I'm young (not 6 or twelve but not thirty or forty), I live in Texas (we don't all wear cowboy hats), I love to write, I love New York. Let me elaborate. I don't just love New York, I might as well worship the city. It's the best city in the world and I know that I'm going to live there someday. Maybe not soon, but definitely eventually. It doesn't matter to me if I travel there for the last few years of my existence, at least I'll be at peace knowing I'm finally where I belong. I recently visited New York and you know that feeling where you know you're exactly where you're supposed to be? Well, that's how I felt. I felt at home even though I'd only been there once before. I can remember every detail of the city and explain it in full detail. When I was there, I soaked up the culture and the people. I loved every minute of it and nearly cried when I flew back to regular-ole Texas. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love where I live. I love my family and friends, but I'm missing something. And I'm glad to know I know exactly what it is. New York. It's where I belong and I've known that for a little while now. So, here we go. I hope you come along with me for the ride and stay right beside me. Lord knows it would mean a lot. Thanks for reading, feel free to continue.
Love,
Me
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