Only three weeks before I take the plunge--the move to Manhattan, New York, NY. It's something I've wanted to do since I moved to Chicago. I roamed the streets thinking "this is so great, the only thing that could be better is New York." And it is in many ways, though time has tought me to love places for my personal relationship to them, and for shear development in my young adult life I cannot thank Chicago enough, it is truly a great city, one that I would live in again if I ever return to the Midwest.
I have a room sublet for two months on 157th St. and Broadway, in Washington Heights. It's a small 9x12 furnished living room with a door. I couldn't ask for anything more. It's one half block to the 1 train which services all of Manhattan down through the Upper West Side, Columbus Circle, Times Square, Herold Square, allll the way down to South Ferry, which I guess takes people to Staten Island or the Statue of Liberty. I couldn't be happier about living in Manhattan, though I would have settled for Brooklyn, or even Queens.
So here it finally is... the one thing I've always known for sure that I wanted--to live in the city of dreams. It motivates me, inspires me. The thought of it hugs me when I go to sleep.
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