New York

New York is the city I call home. When things seem rough and aren't going my way, this city is a kicker. It rolls you up, chews on you and spits you out with absolutely no thought or remorse about it. Those times are hideously painful and exhausting.

That being said, when things are grooving and going my way, this city is glorious. It is beautiful and I easily get caught in the wonderful web and coast through my days. Just when I think I couldn't love her more, I am reminded that my love for New York is a constant and growing thing. It doesn't cap out. It is endless.

I am in my groove. It is euphoric to walk these streets loving every inch of them. It makes all the less magical moments, even the awful moments, worth while.

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“I love New York because we order pizza from the Italian place across the street and have our laundry delivered. We take a taxi to the gym. We know exactly what we want out of life and careers, but can’t decide where to eat brunch. We make plans and don’t keep any of them. We think a studio for $1,500 a month is a steal, but get pissed when the coffee guy raises his prices 25 cents. We fight with cabbies about their driving skills, but we are 35 and have never had a driver’s license.”
—Alexis DeSieno

from New York Magazine