Dont Judge. Just listen.

My family goes to New York multiple times a year. My mother loves it for the shopping. My dad likes it for atmosphere. I like it for the inspiration.

I have wanted to write since I was in the third grade. By fifth grade I had read all the library’s recommended reading for grads 1-9. I remember not wanting to stop. I wanted to make my own stories people wanted to read. The city is full of those stories from the men on camel street with watches in their coats to the woman sitting alone at the bar holding a rose in her hand hoping her virtual boyfriend shows up this time.

So I return there next month and I can’t possibly be any more excited.

(via parkavenueprincess)