Dear New York City,
I have to admit that I’ve been a little hard on you. Sure, your streets smell like urine and garbage all summer long. Yes, you’re blanketed in the ugliest yellowish grey snow in the winter. And of course, Canal Street, always choked with aggressive vendors and inconsiderate tourists, is the seventh circle of hell all year long. You can’t help it that your public transportation infrastructure all but shuts down at the mere mention of rain.
Still, you’re also something new to discover every day, in spite of the fact that I’ve lived here most of my life. You’re the great equalizer of hipsters, investment bankers, supermodels, artists, and regular yokels like me.
Best of all, you’re like a really good kiss – able to catch me off guard and take my breath away. And for that reason, I forgive you Big Apple.