a vespa over a bridge.

I miss New York, I really do.

it, along with Ireland, were the two places I’d never been, but as soon as I landed I felt at peace.

would I ever go back? sure. for a lot of money. but that’s the rub – you need a lot of money.

so, until then, I’ll keep calling myself a ‘fake New Yorker’ [barely true] and digging up old footage of my time there.

ps – this is the Manhattan Bridge. not the Brooklyn Bridge. sorry, got all excited.