Would you rather…?
People always have a favorite place in the entire world: a city, a park,
a monument or even the spot right in the middle of nowhere that it’s just a
rocky land yet it always brings you the best memories ever. Everyone is
different but so alike at the same time, because even though each one has a
favorite place, they all agree on one thing: They have one, that special place
that makes your heart swell with adoration and fondness is always present when
someone says “Think of somewhere nice”.
And I have mine.
My favorite place just happens to be a city –a big city, might I add- and if I could spend my whole live living
there, I would. New York is a great city and all of that, the best one if you
want to have a crazy night and pretend to fall in love with strangers for just
one day, but London is my priority. I can’t even explain why I worship it so
much, can’t even think of a single day when I wasn’t in love with the city,
and, can anyone fall in love with such a thing as a city? I think you can,
because for me, London is the most beautiful and breath-taking thing ever; it
makes me feel cozy and secure. I don’t even know why anymore, I just know I
love how fresh and new it seems, the green of the trees giving the city a look
of comfort and quietness. Maybe it’s the way the shadows cover the streets when
the sun goes down that has me enamored, or the way people live so careless,
nothing giving them an actual reason to be sad because in this own styled city
nothing really matters. I would love to see the sunset from the London Eye,
stare at the sky while it turns orange and all of the buildings lose their
bright, glassy colors, making beautiful shadows on the streets people with
different stories walk through.
And I don’t know why I like London so much I would give literally
everything to be there two hours, but I just know if things worked like that, I sure would.
