A turn ofof events inin NYC

It’s 11am when I land into JFK, the air humid and filled with the sound of sirens. It’s an atmosphere that doesn’t appeal to many people especially if they’ve been living in the city their entire life. Me, on the other hand… I love it. I live in a small village called Lealholm right in the heart of the North York Moors. Not much happens and if it does, it’s something trivial like a breakup of two mutual friends you used to know. It’s all small town gossip, an everybody-knows-everybody kind of place where you walk into a place and know everybody by name.

That’s what makes New York City such an inspiring place. You know nobody, each face a mystery and carrying a pair of eyes you’ve not looked into before.