Minha ilha

Um trechinho de um texto que escrevi sobre minhas ilhas: "(...)New York challenges me everyday, every hour, every minute in every situation I go thru. I just love that. It was worth all the tears I cried when living the airport in Brazil and watching my little island, Florianópolis, becoming smaller and smaller and turning into this huge island, miles away from my house, my family and friends. (...) I’m starting to feel a little bit like a New Yorker, although always green and yellow inside".