First Morning

First Morning

My first morning in New York City has a string of emotions attached to it, but none more exhilarating than the realisation that I’m back.

I’m home

Walking to get coffee in the morning and buying a paper from the newsstand is my favourite ritual, as I eagerly wait to be surrounded by New Yorkers on their way to work. It also means conversations with strangers where they tell me how much they love my accent, and ask me where I come from in England. Even though I’m Australian.

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