Jul 30, 2012 / 11 notes



I came back from Brooklyn, New York, a few days ago and I can tell you that I’ve never felt the same since leaving there. I didn’t grow up there, but in south Florida, but I knew someday I would go back to the place I was born. According to my parents, it wasn’t the best place to raise a child around the time I was born, but I love seeing skyscrapers off the rooftops and going to the cemetery where my relatives are buried and seeing in the distance the Statue of Liberty, getting lost in the maze of headstones. I love rides into the city and having dinner with my aunts and learning Italian and just being there. No place in the world is like Brooklyn, or New York, and that is where my heart is trapped, fortunately. 

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