A Letter to My NYC πŸ’—

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I was just five years young when the New York we once knew, vanished. The skyline was changed permanently by a disgusting act of hatred. I remember each second of that terrifying day; it’s a day I will carry with me forever. I have a personal connection (many actually) to the city that never sleeps. New York has always held a truly special place in my heart, and the city was my playground throughout my teenage years. Oh, if sidewalks could talk! I still adore walking through Central Park and admiring the shop windows on Fifth Avenue (of course). Life would feel empty without my NYC, and my beautiful city memories. I have countless photos of the city looking it’s absolute best, and stories for years. On this infamous day in history, I’d like to take a moment to thank NYC for its timeless presence and all that it has given to me. I remember as a little girl, spending lots of weekends in Manhattan; I was always so in love with the atmosphere and the style. I visit the city now and it feels as though I’m going home…to a place that will forever remain a part of me. 

I’m split equally down the center as a city girl and a country girl. I owe my love for a good martini and my admiration for the color black to New York City. My passion for fashion came from my constant trips to Manhattan and the Upper East Side. I watch Gossip Girl re-runs and smile when I see a familiar location. I’ve explored so much of New York City, and I’m thankful for my time spent there. It’s a place unlike any other, with unique architecture and sites. I stood where the towers once were, after the most recent construction at the location came to a close, and I was at a loss for words for blocks. All I could do was walk in silence and think back to that day. I looked around at others who were doing the exact same. The hate, fear, and loss we experienced on September 11th will remain with us always, but what we do with those feelings now, is up to us. Horrible events remind us of what truly matters in life, and what separates us from good and evil. Evil is the killing of an innocent person, or animal, and the destruction of our planet. Evil loomed over us that day, but we have overcome so much. We still fight the same battle of hate and rage today, but I wish for better for my children and the generations to come. I hope one day we truly overcome all of the bad, but with that being said, 9/11 will never be erased. 

It was once a normal date in the early days of September. Now, it’s a time to think and remember. It’s a date that children will learn about and wonder about for decades to come. It’s a day that I carry with me, close to my heart. My heart goes out to all of those whose lives were taken, and to their loved ones. I also want to thank the fearless police officers, fire fighters, and other emergency service workers who paused their own lives that day to help others. I love you my New York City and I’m thankful for my continued memories πŸ’—

The Skyline Papers for my first tattoo; Manhattan. Walks through Central Park. Martinis. Upper East Side.

Shopping & the best view.Thanskgiving at my brother’s apartment; Brooklyn.

The Author

Hi loves, I'm a New Jersey writer and blogger with an immense passion for love, lifestyle, and adventure. I'm the luckiest mama in the world to Greyson Bryce and Waverly Belle. My heart belongs to my children and my husband, Andrew. The Greyson Diaries, an ongoing blog series is based on my daily experiences as a young mom and my love for my babies. I worked in the fashion and marketing industry from age sixteen until becoming a stay-at-home mama at age twenty-four, which drives my passion for fashion, design, and creativity. I don't blog to impress, I blog to inspire. If you’re ever interested in my creative work, please feel free to reach out to me… Email: lizziemognoni@gmail.com

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