As soon as I landed at JFK last night, I was greeted by a blast of freezing wind and overcome with a sense of nostalgia. It's been nearly a year since I moved from New York. While I've fully settled into my new home in London, I can't help but miss the Big Apple. There's something about this city that makes you feel like you're missing out when you're not here. Then again, one could easily say the same thing about London.
Perhaps the biggest difference between the 2 cities is the seasonal fluctuations you experience in New York. London is fairly mild year round. The lows don't get too low, and the highs don't get too high. In New York, you freeze your ass off in the winter and sweat your ass off in the summer. While that might not sound so great, there's something magical about each season here.
This morning, I sifted through my old photos from my time living in New York. Below are a handful of shots that capture the city's best (and worst) year round from January to December.