Welcome to Sehnsucht In The City! My name is Erin Nicole and I am a 21-year-old with a passion for cosmetology, style, and writing. I am currently studying and reveling in my beloved City That Never Sleeps. You can most likely find me drinking coffee or cuddling with a dog. Or both.

To learn more about why I chose my blog's title, please read my first blog post here

Here are a few frequently asked questions:

Where are you from?

I am originally from right outside of Washington, D.C., where I lived for 18 years before moving to New York City. I will always love it there and I still visit frequently (although my heart will forever belong to the Big Apple!). 

What are you studying?

I am currently majoring in Media, Culture, & The Arts with a concentration in film. Movies have always spoken to me in a way that nothing else has been able to, and ever since I was a child I have wanted to be able to participate in something so beautiful, inspiring, and moving. (In case you were wondering, my favorite film is Midnight in Paris! Also, anything with Johnny Depp.)

Why did you start a blog?

Blogging is something I have wanted to do for years now. I have always been obsessed with makeup and fashion, and writing has been my creative outlet for as long as I can remember. To me, blogging is both something I needed to do for myself as well as a way for me to hopefully inspire and connect with others. If I can do that, I will have achieved my goal!  

Where did you learn the term 'sehnsucht'?

Although I have German ancestry, learning the language is yet to be checked off my bucket list! I first learned the term years ago while studying Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis, whose writings I adore. Sehnsucht communicated to me a phenomenon of which I had previously been consciously unaware. In other words, I had never before pondered the concept directly, but I immediately realized that it was something I had felt indistinctly for a long time. I'm so glad I chose to stick with this name for my blog, because I don't think any other title could represent me better. (I've written more about the word's meaning here.) x

What's your favorite TV show?

It's Game of Thrones! (nah I'm kidding, no one ever asks me what my favorite TV show is. I just wanted to let you know.)


If you have any questions or would like to work together, please email me at sehnsuchtinthecity@gmail.com. I love answering questions and hearing from you!

With love, Erin Nicole x

Want to know more?

The following is an excerpt from The Weight of Glory  in which C.S. Lewis writes on the concept of sehnsucht, which, in the most simple way, can be defined as an inconsolable longing for something we do not fully understand. 

“In speaking of this desire for our own far off country, which we find in ourselves even now, I feel a certain shyness. I am almost committing an indecency. I am trying to rip open the inconsolable secret in each one of you—the secret which hurts so much that you take your revenge on it by calling it names like Nostalgia and Romanticism and Adolescence; the secret also which pierces with such sweetness that when, in very intimate conversation, the mention of it becomes imminent, we grow awkward and affect to laugh at ourselves; the secret we cannot hide and cannot tell, though we desire to do both. We cannot tell it because it is a desire for something that has never actually appeared in our experience. We cannot hide it because our experience is constantly suggesting it, and we betray ourselves like lovers at the mention of a name. Our commonest expedient is to call it beauty and behave as if that had settled the matter. Wordsworth’s expedient was to identify it with certain moments in his own past. But all this is a cheat. If Wordsworth had gone back to those moments in the past, he would not have found the thing itself, but only the reminder of it; what he remembered would turn out to be itself a remembering. The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was longing. These things—the beauty, the memory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mistaken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, breaking the hearts of their worshipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a country we have never yet visited.”


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