The truth is, I fell in love this summer with a giant apple up north.
Let me back up. I should open this letter by acknowledging the risk I will be taking by sounding completely dramatic and over the top, but I really must say how I feel.
As I was saying...
I packed up twenty gallons of shoes, a selection of my most coveted wardrobe pieces, and drove twelve hours in a New York state of mind and looking to leave enough of an positive impression to get my foot in the door. That's when I met you, Brooklyn. Such a nice, quite neighborhood you housed me in where I could come back and relax from a long day at work in Midtown. (Not to mention that killer view from my bedroom of your skyline, Manhattan.) Instantly, I felt welcomed and intrigued by culture in a way that I had never been before. You gave me the itch, the itch to try new and exciting things I'd never tried, really push myself outside my comfort zone. That's something I really must thank you for because in those three months we shared (and approximately 200 subway rides) I felt more alive, more myself than I had ever before. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made all the professional connections I did and been introduced to the incredible friends I made from all over the globe. You didn't just say my big girl pants looked cute on the rack, you made me try them on and buy a pair in every color.
I knew that I would like you, but I didn't realize how hard it would be to leave you behind. Thinking of how much fun you must be having at Fashion Week is killing me. I bet it kicks ass. I know it kicks ass. I hate that I had to leave just a mere two weeks before the kick off, but I'll do my best to make it to the next one, promise.
If I was there right now I'd probably be taking a stroll in one of your beautiful parks..."NYC doesn't have trees"?, pssh, they haven't met Central Park. Or maybe I'd be at a concert. All my favorite bands seem to bypass NC and go straight to you. Sigh. I have no fear that we'll reunite soon, but it's tough being a broke college student with dreams. That's what they all say, right?
Everyone here says to slow down, but it's just not in my nature. My mind is constantly turning with new ideas that keep me up late at night and make for elaborate dreams when I finally do sleep. I say, make every moment count and push yourself to achieve your full potential.
You get me.
You get me.
A girl who misses you a lot
I actually wasn't trying to turn this into a pitch by any means, but assuming since you read my blog you love fashion, do be sure to check out my jewelry boutique. If I meet my sales goal, I could win a trip to NYC this holiday to visit the studio where all our accessories are designed. (That means more awesome blogging content for you guys! Yipee!) I can't think of a better Christmas present! You will really love the quality pieces we carry and as always, I'm here for any questions you may have! Just shoot me an email. Until next time!