Life After NYC: The Seasons That Were 🌆🍂

It feels like the seasons stopped for me after I left New York. Posting some old photos tonight... 📸 They say you can't have New York and the feeling of New York at the same time. I never truly understood that until now. I spent so many of those long, gritty winters in the city desperately missing the constant California sun ☀️. Now, in my second autumn without Central Park's magnificent transformation, I find myself scrolling through my camera roll, feeling all the feels 🥺. There they are: New York in the vibrant green of spring 🌱, the sultry, buzzing heat of summer 🏙️, the breathtaking fire of fall foliage 🍁, and the silent, stark beauty of a snow-blanketed winter ❄️. It's funny how life works, isn't it? We spend our time in a restless pursuit of something else, something "better." We demystify the place we're in, only to find ourselves later, lost in nostalgia, savoring the memory of its very essence. The cycle just repeats... a journey of longing, learning, and longing once more. #LifeInNYC #NewYork #CentralPark #BayAreaLife #Seasons