back in the beginning of spring i updated my status on Facebook:
“on this cold and sunny last weekend of April I would like to make an official statement: I don’t love New York anymore. I really don’t. I used to, but this love got lost somewhere in between few unbearably long winters, cat-sized rats and stinking garbage, never working subway, stressed out, disconnected people always in a rush, overpriced rent and overhyped nightlife. Sorry, I just fell out of love, and I am afraid it will never be the same.”
i was genuinely surprised to see how much this message has resonated and how many people thought the same way as i did.
but after cold April came sunny and warm May, and the most beautiful Mother’s day when my son was born. i stopped thinking about the topic, i had no time to love or hate NY, i was way too absorbed in my new life and its new meaning. summer months went by, and the other day when i was sitting in the park – with my 4mo crawling over the picnic blanket, around us people laying on the grass, reading, biking, walking dogs, couple strollers here and there, kids’ laughter and this delicious smell of early autumn in New York – and I suddenly felt the familiar fluttering in my stomach, butterflies escaping on exhale: “ohhhh, I love this city..” like a flashback from the past, but different. i was loving New York again – and this feeling caught me off-guard. i looked around to wandering what have changed. and realized that it was me who did.
my point? everything comes from within, even if it is love to someone or something. if you don’t feel this love anymore – look inward, not outward. try to find what’s missing, what’s not making you happy. and change it.
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