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Anyone who shares in community with me in the twittosphere knows that I have New York on the brain. Craving (and recommending) brunch at Alice’s Tea Cup.  Wistfully preparing potential outings around Central Park for the children I work with and forwarding those to their parents for their upcoming trip. Following posts of culinary tours, marathons, subway encounters, and other adventures embarked upon by my old co-workers at SAB.  Making sad yet hopeful faces towards James while casually mentioning that Daniel Radcliffe is on Broadway, and I haven’t seen a show in years. Laughing my bum off reading updates from @Bronxzooscobra, then whimpering at the news he was found, then cheering to see “he” will continue tweeting from the zoo. Reading Through the Children’s Gate by Adam Gopnik and missing life in the city.I can’t seem to escape NYC, and I yearn hop on the next train and be reunited.

I (still) find New York to be intoxicating. Naturally, I am drawn to many of opportunities that the city is well known for: art, theater, food, architecture, people from all walks of life, to name a handful. The city is a dream to photograph, so that is an immense bonus. There are countless reasons to love New York. What resonates with me the most today is that I am strangely drawn to the peace that I consistently can find amongst the chaos. I am an extrovert who desperately loves her quiet time, though by quiet time, this means allowing myself to be still as the rest of the world bustles on. My favorite memory within my 20 years of visiting/living in the city involves a beautiful winter day. I tossed my wallet and chapstick into my camera bag, bundled up, and walked the city alone until my feet literally bled (an unfortunate but entertaining story for the future). I wandered for 10 hours, speaking only when giving directions, acknowledging or thanking a passing stranger’s thoughtfulness, or ordering food. I recall finding myself on 34th st & 7th ave, frozen on the street corner for a solid 5 minutes; taking in the towering buildings, watching as a myriad of diverse people passed by me, listening to a symphony of city sounds (ala August Rush)… in that moment, realizing just how much I loved being lost in the crowd. Strangely enough, that moment holds a place in my top 5 most peaceful experiences. To stand in the middle of madness and feel complete tranquility, that is how I know I love (and strangely, feel understood by) New York.

Everything else is just an added perk.

Why do you love NY? I would love to hear about it!

Cheers, Briana