This post came to me whilst on the train wedged between two strangers in a desperate attempt not to spill coffee all over myself. Staring out at the city I live in, I realized the vitality of it all. The busy streets, stores and subways all contribute to the aesthetic of New York. As much as I love my city, I started thinking about the others I’ve visited and the charm they hold Manhattan may not.

Two of my favorite cities have to be London and Paris. Now these are the two most common cities but they’re freaking awesome so I see why. Starting off with Paris. The fact that I can see the sky from the ground without tilting my head surprised me. We all know New York’s skyscrapers enclose us in our own little glass fishbowl. Aside from that, walking through Paris automatically gave me a feeling of nostalgia. Of what? Oddly enough, the history it holds that I never quite experienced. I felt like I was living in a classic french film and the love of my life was waiting for me with a cup of coffee on some bench (unfortunately it never happened). Each block held a similar but new creation that left me wanting more.

Next stop, London. If anybody knows me they know I never shut up about London and I probably never will. I visited London hopeful and left with a new longing and obsession I didn’t think I would adopt. The people, stores, architecture and overall way of life mesmerized me. To many they think London is just a rainy old city, but I see it as a new discovery.