Hot Child in the City.

"Hot child in the city, runnin' wild and lookin' pretty".
-Nick Gilder

I yearn for the city, the city yearns for me.  If it weren't for the husbands negative outlook on cold weather, well, adios Florida.  Okay, perhaps living in a box also throws me off, a little, just a little (okay, maybe a lot, where would I put my shoes?).  However, I am a city girl at heart (born in Sao Paulo, baby!).  It's imprinted in my DNA, burned in my soul.  My heart was left in the city (if you find it, mail it back, thanks).  Oh, everything about New York City calls to me. The hustle and bustle, even the pushing and shoving, I love it.  Husband, can we go again?  Please?  The pictures below are just some snapshots of three different times I've been to the city.  If it were up to me I'd leave the warm sunshine for the chilly city in a heart beat.  I would, I would.  However, right now, this moment Florida is home for me (just lay off the humidity, kay, thanks).  But, when I close my eyes, for a simple second I can pretend I'm in the city that never sleeps.  I can pretend I'm walking through the park, sipping on a latte (decaf, obviously) and biting into my delicious cupcake.  I can pretend I'm bundled in my coat, warmed up by my infinity scarf, glancing down at my boots.  I can do all of this because that is what dreams are made of.  Until next time, Manhattan.

xoxo

Best falafels in the Village.

A smooch in the park//Greenwich Village

Times Square

My favorite picture, ever.

I have a thing for the Park, as you can see.

Rockefeller Tree