Goodbye Gotham
Dear NYC,
What can I say? These past three years have been wonderful. Each day has made me love you more. Your twinkling lights and crowded streets make me feel like I am always part of something. Sure there has been some not-so-fun times. The frustration of losing my keys, having to have apartment locks changed shows just what happens when you are absentminded in the city.
You have shown me how to live in the bubble of exorbitant prices, yet quickly forget when the newest restaurant or clothing boutique opens. Oh how I will miss those boutiques! I now know how to be lazy while being extremely active, it is quite fun. To live in a world without Seamless and Fresh Direct are things I don't even want to think about.
I have grown accustomed to jogging up 4 flights of stairs, arms full, with out having to catch my breath. A proud accomplishment I do not want to lose. Sure I will miss the connivence of stepping outside my door and walking a short ways to find pretty much EVERYTHING one could need, but Manhattan you are so much more.
I have loved most of all the people I have met, from so many different places, with so many different backgrounds. I am going to miss my eclectic East Village and being able to throw anything on as I walk out the door. It doesn't matter what you are wearing, no one cares, you can be anything you want here. Where else will I see a man in a crop top with orange suspenders holding up the skinniest of jeans, frayed as they are cut off at the knee, as he carefully strokes his coiffed mustache? No where I tell you and I will miss that!
I will miss brunch, oh how I will miss brunch! The word can describe and event, action, or a place interchangeably. Something which might last all day on sidewalk cafes if you are so lucky. NYC stops for brunch every weekend and it is magical. The shows, the art, the exhibits, and the (vegan) food trucks: I have only explored the tip of the iceberg. But isn't that the best part? There is always more to see and to do. I will miss the smell of falafel carts, the frenzy of being caught in a downpour and having to buy yet another umbrella. I will miss NY1 and of course the rail and road report. I will miss rooftop wine nights with the best of friends, the luxury of dropping off your laundry and picking it up clean and fresh the next day. I will miss impromptu street jewelry buys, exploring vegan shop-ups, and getting mani/pedi's more often then I go grocery shopping. How can I forget the US Open, my favorite of all sporting events, a labor day weekend seems incomplete with out visiting the Heineken bar at Arthur Ashe. While these things were part of our relationship, NYC, they were only a small piece. Most of all I will miss being a New Yorker because when you find the place where you can truly be you, it will never be gone!
Until we are back- your loving resident,
Emily
What can I say? These past three years have been wonderful. Each day has made me love you more. Your twinkling lights and crowded streets make me feel like I am always part of something. Sure there has been some not-so-fun times. The frustration of losing my keys, having to have apartment locks changed shows just what happens when you are absentminded in the city.
You have shown me how to live in the bubble of exorbitant prices, yet quickly forget when the newest restaurant or clothing boutique opens. Oh how I will miss those boutiques! I now know how to be lazy while being extremely active, it is quite fun. To live in a world without Seamless and Fresh Direct are things I don't even want to think about.
I have grown accustomed to jogging up 4 flights of stairs, arms full, with out having to catch my breath. A proud accomplishment I do not want to lose. Sure I will miss the connivence of stepping outside my door and walking a short ways to find pretty much EVERYTHING one could need, but Manhattan you are so much more.
I have loved most of all the people I have met, from so many different places, with so many different backgrounds. I am going to miss my eclectic East Village and being able to throw anything on as I walk out the door. It doesn't matter what you are wearing, no one cares, you can be anything you want here. Where else will I see a man in a crop top with orange suspenders holding up the skinniest of jeans, frayed as they are cut off at the knee, as he carefully strokes his coiffed mustache? No where I tell you and I will miss that!
I will miss brunch, oh how I will miss brunch! The word can describe and event, action, or a place interchangeably. Something which might last all day on sidewalk cafes if you are so lucky. NYC stops for brunch every weekend and it is magical. The shows, the art, the exhibits, and the (vegan) food trucks: I have only explored the tip of the iceberg. But isn't that the best part? There is always more to see and to do. I will miss the smell of falafel carts, the frenzy of being caught in a downpour and having to buy yet another umbrella. I will miss NY1 and of course the rail and road report. I will miss rooftop wine nights with the best of friends, the luxury of dropping off your laundry and picking it up clean and fresh the next day. I will miss impromptu street jewelry buys, exploring vegan shop-ups, and getting mani/pedi's more often then I go grocery shopping. How can I forget the US Open, my favorite of all sporting events, a labor day weekend seems incomplete with out visiting the Heineken bar at Arthur Ashe. While these things were part of our relationship, NYC, they were only a small piece. Most of all I will miss being a New Yorker because when you find the place where you can truly be you, it will never be gone!
Until we are back- your loving resident,
Emily
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