So after pouring my heart into this post about what Paris is to me, New York came along and knocked me for six.

A weekend getaway turned into two types of love stories. The first being the obvious where Conrad and I were able to walk hand in hand along its streets and enjoy each others company and truly live in the moment. The other was a surprise. Over the last few weeks, my drive for creating was dulled by a string of trying events but once I set eyes on its cityscape through the windows of the plane, my heart knew this was what I needed.

New York has the ability to capture every sense in the body and revive it. For the first couple of hours of our trip I barely spoke, I couldn’t. My entire being was being consumed by the city and all I wanted to do was let it all happen. We walked and walked and lived the city to its fullest. Forty hours was in no way enough to gain a perspective but it did leave me wanting more. I can now say that I truly love it.

We explored the streets from Midtown to SoHo. Cobbled roads, small cafes, designer clothing and furniture stores were all so entrancing it made me feel as though I could forever be inspired by these boroughs. I’m sure however the actual residents would somewhat snicker at the romanticism I’m portraying. For someone who’s lived in London and knows how the spark for a major city can eventually fizzle with its daily grind, I’m also hopeful that I won’t ever let that happen again.

As it’s all over and we’re back in Montreal, the longing for another whirlwind trip like this will remain a constant hum. If however the opportunity presents itself sooner than I think, you can bet New York will be at the top of my list.