I believe every person has a city or a place they feel drawn to, and for me, it’s New York. Though I’ve never been, I’ve always imagined it as a city I was meant to be in. Maybe it’s the idea of a place that’s constantly alive with energy, The idea that everywhere you look there’s a story or a person chasing their own version of a dream. Maybe it’s because of the thought of walking down the street and hearing so many different languages and seeing so many stories unfold at once. Maybe it’s because it’s a place where everyone is free to be themselves, a place where no one looks twice, because they’re all too busy pursuing their own passions, whether it’s fashion, music, art, or anything else that drives them, a place where Nobody is afraid to be unique that it’s almost as if the city encourages it. When I think of New York, I can imagine myself exploring everything the city has to offer walking through the streets during rush hours, exploring the countless art galleries, going to Broadway shoes, going to beautiful restaurants, walking through Central Park during the fall where all the leaves have changed colours, and maybe even calling for a cab on a busy sidewalk, and finally coming to my apartment on the top floors where I’ll sit down at my sofa and just watch the city go by through my big windows. In the wise words of Frank Sinatra, “I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps.”