Written by The best place I ever found to write was in New York City’s Grand Central Station. Seems strange, I know, but I spent countless hours during my college years, sitting on the cool marble floor of that beautiful building, back pressed against the wall, writing page after page as the bustling crowds passed by and never even seemed to notice me.
The thing about writing in Grand Central Station is that there is never an uninspired moment. Trains arrive and depart, crowds swell and taper, announcements echo through the speakers. An endless parade of potential characters plays out an impromptu performance that moves and changes with a life of its own.
There, in that space, I never seemed to have trouble tapping into something greater than myself. Call it God, the Universe, a muse, or even just inspiration—whatever name you want to give it, that’s where I found it, my own tiny corner of calm in the chaos. It was there that I lost myself, that I found myself. It was there that I found the courage to keep going.
There, on that dirty floor of a the train station, my pen would fly across the empty pages on its own, filling the void with words and ideas from a place that I never even knew existed.
New York will always be the city that saved my life, and I think a part of me will always be there. And, of course, a part of Steven will always be there too. So we surround ourselves with the city we love in a million different ways, right down to the pictures on our walls.
And this is where we found Cosette this morning, showing us that, she too, has an appreciation for the city that is so near and dear to our hearts. Cadence thought it was pretty funny that she was “having lunch with the guys”. We thought it looked like she fit right in…
Lori Romano 