Dearest New York,

Sometimes I'm on the fence about you, I think because I've spent such a long time out in the middle of nowhere, enjoying large open spaces and getting used to having nothing to do and not spending as much money on a daily basis. But sometimes, you're really good to me. You give me opera in the park, my friends playing shows in funny out-of-the-way Brooklyn cafes, falafel, deli owners that remember my name, Tasti D Lite, cute puppies EVERYWHERE and awesome bookstores. Also, a lot of the times, really sketchy men. But all in all, you try quite hard. I hope I will fall in love with you again.

Love,
Me