by Chelsea Rae Simmons
December 5th, 2009
As a small town girl from Connecticut by way of Michigan, New York City is sort of magical, especially during the holidays. As the train rumbles and squeals beneath me on my way to the Twinkle office, the buzz of the morning rush is palpable.
During the winter months, the sun sets early, and as I walk back to Grand Central Terminal from Twinkle, the bright lights of the city are my holiday lights. I usually get home and eagerly tell my loved ones of the funny moments and wonderful experiences I had during the day and, sometimes, during my nightly slumber, I find my real life blurring into an enchanted dreamland. I am usually wearing one of my favorite Twinkle dresses, like the â€˜Classically Statedâ€™ dress from Fall â€™09, and doing all the romantic touristy thing with some handsome mystery man whoâ€™s bound to sweep me off my Christian Louboutined feetâ€” care for a carriage ride around Central Park?
When I awake, I realize it was all a dream. It doesnâ€™t bother me, though, because soon enough Iâ€™ll be back in NYC, my real Prince Charming, and having a blast while interning at Twinkle HQ.