Sometimes I am just floored by how absolutely beautiful New York City is. There were lots of times during college (ok, let's not lie to ourselves, it still happens) that I would be walking around and I would be completely overwhelmed by the things I was seeing. I think that I've dreamt about New York for so long and so often that at some point between me knowing that it was a place (we're talking 2nd or 3rd grade) and living here (and now moving here!) it became this mythical place in my mind. Like you'd have to cross a rainbow bridge or battle a troll to get to it. And yet somewhere in my dreaming I ended up here. And that is something I am grateful for every day.