Try to Be like Mr. Spock, but your emotions in a box

I miss New York. I miss the person I'm in New York. I miss the feeling of total happiness and the feeling of "I belong". New York is my place, don't get me wrong. I'm blessed that I was born in Sweden. I'm blessed for everything I have just because of that. But I don't belong in Sweden. Never have, never will.

Everybody got a place in this world, and I'm blessed to already know where I belong :)

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can’t do,
Now you're in New York!!!
These streets will make you feel brand new,
the lights will inspire you,

Peace