the sunday morning i spent alone in central park is my favorite new york moment.
when planning my trip, i secretly wished i could see autumn in new york. but i wasn't going to complain about a late summer in new york, either.
i wasn't able to get on the same flight with the other girls, which turned out completely wonderful. it gave me the chance to spend time alone with the city, to wander it in a way that i couldn't when i had others to consider and to think of myself possibly living there one day.
maybe even one day soon.
and i saw myself there.
and with the stained leaves swirling all around me every time the wind blew by, it felt a little like autumn in new york.