“It is the end of my vacation to New York.
I am sitting at the Standard hotel grill with my father, in a maroon laise booth, maroon and pale yellow geometric floor patterns, remembering how I felt here only a few days ago.
I hate myself for being such a lost romantic in a hopelessly fast world. I want to preserve time and be here a little longer before my life starts moving again and picks me up with it’s frantic pace.
Have the utmost faith in yourself that you’re one of a kind and that you will not fail if you are consistently working hard. Every good thing has to come to a bittersweet end, so don’t be too affected, darling.”
I concluded this lovely trip to New York at the Standard grill with my father. It began with a quiet reflection in my journal over a cup of latte while my dad studied the menu carefully. I already was certain on ordering the burger. Midway, we engaged in a passionate debate over living an artist’s life, and romantic vs. realistic views on modern career fulfillment. Lastly, we ended with a quick goodbye to the city as we rushed off to our respective airports- miscalculating the Manhattan traffic on a Saturday at 11:30 AM. Goodbye New York, you’ve been eye-opening as always. Thanks for the inspiration
