Sometimes, life sends us far away. Far away from routine and familiar faces, and closer to the adventure we crave in discovering something new. I’ve always said that if you’re going to fall in love, it’s best to fall in love with a city. Falling in love with a city tastes like too much wine on a crisp winter night. It’s the sight of finding sand in your purse after 2 weeks away. And it’s the feeling of leaving a little bit of your soul behind, because you’ll never be whole again. That’s what falling in love with a city is like.

A question I’ve struggled to answer internally my entire life is if it’s better to fall back into the arms of a past love or leap forward into the arms of a new one. How does one choose what city to visit? Do we choose nostalgia over ambition? Do we choose experience, or do we choose youth?

So this is for all the cities I’ve ever loved; to the question, that I still cannot answer.

To all the cities I have loved

London

My first true love

Everyone has that place that changed their life. For me, it was London. At 16-years-old I was a shy teenager with little fashion sense. I remember embarking on my own one morning to get a cappuccino at Cafe Nero in Kensington. It was the first time I felt a sense of independence. The city treated me well that day. I longed to be like the people and I longed for the city to accept me. London was the first city that loved me.

To all the cities I have loved

San Francisco

My nostalgic love

Moving to San Francisco at 23-years-old was one of my greatest life journeys. To this day, I can’t stay away from the city for too long. Whenever I see photos of her I am overcome with memories and feelings of nostalgia. I remember cold nights walking home from the train station because I was too cheap to fill up my gas tank, and always stopping for a beer at the corner liquor store. I remember my dog running on the beach every weekend. And I remember friends, parties, movies, my studio cottage, and my favorite coffee shops.

To all the cities I have loved

Paris

My unwanted love

Paris. The love she has for me is often unrequited. When I was 24-years-old I visited Paris. I was so excited to use the French that I studied for the last four years. As it turns out, Paris doesn’t care if you can speak French. She stole my credit cards and my driver’s license and never felt apologetic. But as rude and as uncanny as I found her, I still have that nagging feeling of Paree;Β cute cafes on a spring day, getting in my morning run over The Louvre, and living off macarons, wine, and cheese. Paris is the city I hate to love.

To all the cities I have loved

Lisbon

My older love

Lisbon is my Mr. Big; older, mature, mysterious, protective. I visited Lisbon in 2013 when I was 25-years-old and my life has never been the same. I can’t remember the last time I saw so many people genuinely in love. Some of my favorite memories include ordering 15 bicas a day just to stay awake, drinking the most amazing wine, and laughing until my eyes watered and abs hurt. Lisbon’s love is a late night cocktail in a silk YSL dress and Jimmy Choo shoes. Running into him years later would be detrimental for any new lover.

To all the cities I have loved

Copenhagen

My self-love

There’s an immense amount of growth and independence you gain from taking your first solo trip as a female. I embarked on my first solo trip to Denmark when I was 28-years-old. Copenhagen is the city that makes me want to curl up on the couch, light a million candles, play my old records, and write for hours. It is the city that taught me to love myself before I loved any other, and taught me lessons in eating alone, laughing at myself, and getting lost.

To all the cities I have loved

Berlin

My unexpected love

When I first came to Berlin at 28-years-old, I struggled to open up my heart because of my family’s history in Poland. That’s probably one of the most honest things I’ve ever written. It was a struggle. But Berlin became my unexpected, passionate, and gentle love. It showed me nothing but kindness and to this day I want to cry thinking about it. Berlin is the city you decide to do something crazy in. It’s the city you can be yourself in. And it’s the city that holds your hand through a movie and lets you rest your weary head upon its chest.

I am not sure I will ever be able to answer my question or choose between the past and the future. I can’t tell you if my next adventure will be somewhere new, or somewhere old. But maybe that’s the beauty of it…

Do you have all the feels for different cities too?

22 Comments

  1. Such a lovely blog post! I do have similar emotions to the countries I have visited. I loved Berlin and Copenhagen was definitely one of those destinations that I simply didn’t expect to love so much. x

    -Leta | The Nerdy Me

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  2. This is such an amazing post! I really enjoyed learning about the cities that you have loved! I have fallen in love with different places for different reasons as well, and I definitely think that is one of the reasons why I love traveling! πŸ™‚

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  3. There are so many wonderful cities – I always try to get back to cities that I truly enjoyed. London will always be special to me and I am so happy to live in such an exciting city but I also love visiting Paris, Berlin and Venice. Have a great weekend ahead!

    Miriam xx

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  4. Surely, each city that I visited gave different vibes and lasting memories and I want to visit again those that gave me positive impression. I like all the sweet and personal descriptions you have in all of them, this personification made me think if I can describe my feelings the way you did.

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  5. this post was so beautifully written and really captured the essence of adventure and of love. You continue to be one of my favourite reads ❀️

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  6. Wow, this is really beautiful Emily. I love getting insight into what each city brought you or how it changed you. It has me reflecting on my own travels, too, and the ways in which certain places will always carry a certain nostalgia.

    Kathryn β€’ simplykk.com

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  7. This is such a beautifully written post, Emily, and I loved reading about how some of your favourite cities made you feel. I definitely took a moment to think about my own travels loves. New York, who left me awe-struck at the enormity of the world. Rome, who romanced me like no other. Iceland, a confusing love I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Ah, so many!

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  8. This post just filled me with the most intense wanderlust. I always struggle with the same – return to the familiar cities I love or adventure off into a new one. I think next year’s travel will have to incorporate a bit of both because I am MAJORLY in need of a trip to Paris!

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  9. I love how you describe falling in love with a city. It’s a great feeling until you have to depart from it. Oh man, I love that you’ve been all over the world. San Francisco is a cute place. I know I’d LOVE to visit Paris. It’s great to see these cities giving you lots of warmth and love!

    Nancy β™₯ exquisitely.me

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  10. I am also in love with London and consider it my first love!! I joke with my husband that I feel like it’s my second home even though I’ve only been there twice. Haha. πŸ™‚ Lisbon was also pretty gorgeous. Love your list πŸ™‚

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