You’re 23, young, passionate and in love both figuratively and quite literally in the city of your dreams. A time where you can be exuberantly drunk on wine on a cold December night setting out with your lover, with rose tinted cheeks on your way to get a glimpse of what your life soon might look like. That night you sip on cocktails, steal kisses as you leave your bootprints on the snow covered New York streets, walk into book stores only to imagine your name on the ‘Pulitzer Prize’ shelf and end the night by breathing in the intoxication of your dreams taking form into reality.
You’re 23, young, passionate and in love both figuratively and quite literally in the city of your dreams. A time where you can be exuberantly drunk on wine on a cold December night setting out with your lover, with rose tinted cheeks on your way to get a glimpse of what your life soon might look like. That night you sip on cocktails, steal kisses as you leave your bootprints on the snow covered New York streets, walk into book stores only to imagine your name on the ‘Pulitzer Prize’ shelf and end the night by breathing in the intoxication of your dreams taking form into reality.