New York Dreaming

I've got a confession to make.

I love watching Sex and the City reruns. 

I'm sure I'm not the only teenage girl who can admit to this. 

I love Carrie's wild fashion choices and Charlotte's preppy style and her hopes of perfect endings. I love how since the episodes are old, and that since there's a movie and a sequel, I know that **SPOILER ALERT** Carrie and Big will get married, Miranda and Steve will get married and have an adorable son, and Charlotte will find her true love (a cute bald Jewish man) and have two beautiful little girls. 
I also love the fact that the whole show takes place in New York, too.

More often than not, I wish that I lived in a big city. New York City, to be specific, although Chicago wouldn't be all that bad... 

I wonder what it would be like to go to school in the middle of Manhattan. I've actually researched Catholic schools there. 
That's probably not normal, but normal is just a setting on the washing machine. None of them remind me of my school now, but why would change be such a bad thing?

New York is so different from my town: it snows there, there are tall buildings, it's loud. And, you can do anything you would ever want to do (as long as you can afford it).

So last week when I wanted to go ice-skating since it was 90is degrees outside, if I were in New York, I could've taken the subway to Staten Island or Chelsea Pier, and found an indoor rink there!

When Georgetown Cupcake has yummy free flavors of the day (everyday!), I could make my way to Soho to have my sweet tooth appeased.

The possibilities are ENDLESS! Imagine going to the ballet, or seeing plays on broadway every once in a while! Or finding whole-in-the-wall cafes in the city. Seeing celebrities, or being extras in the thousands of movies that are constantly being filmed there! Imagine going on carriage rides through central park with the handsome Prince Charming, or walking a few blocks to work every morning while sipping your coffee as you dodge people.

The only sad part about this rambling post of dreams is that in order to do what I want to do: live in the perfect apartment in the perfect location in the city, being able to put my kids in private school, assuming I ever find Prince Charming to marry and have kids with in the DISTANT future. And that will all be after I decide what to major in in college, and when I finish college in this state (which isn't New York) due to scholarship opportunities available for me already.

It's all terribly sad when you think about it like I am right now, but maybe in a few years, things will be different...

A girl can dream.

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow. 

       - Langston Hughes