A Letter to New York
Dear New York,
I know I keep doing this to you, but we need to talk. We need to take another break; I swear it’s not you, it’s me. I know I complain about a lot of things, like the quickly coming cold and my precious Lower East Side looking more and more like the Meatpacking District every weekend. Funny thing is, I can deal with those imperfections, and I’ve actually learned to accept them. However, I need to leave for a while…
Yes, there is actually someone else. Her name is Sydney.. we’ve had an on-again/ off-again thing going on for years. I’ve always wanted to make it work with her but could never manage, and I figure that if I’m going to be serious about trying to make it work, I need to do it before I get too old.
I’m sure I’ll be back at some point. It might be soon, and then I’ll give you every right to rub it in my face and tell me how I should never have left you. However, I’m also willing to accept that it might not be for a long time. As much as I love you, Sydney is just… warmer…
I’ll never forget some of the great times we had.. the paint party, the tandem bike race on Governor’s Island, holding your hair back as you throw up on the street, and the lovely pig you delivered to me every week. Dancing with the intern and getting the Canadian really drunk. The quiet nights at Milk & Honey and the loud afternoons watching World Cup or NFL. The angry bartender at Jeremy’s and the crazy girls at Welcome to the Johnson’s (all of them are crazy). Great beginnings at Puck Fair and goodbyes with everyone at my place. Those are the things that make me question as to whether I should leave.
However, for now I’ll have to trade the Hudson River for Darling Harbor, the Lower East Side for Newtown, and Central Park for Bondi. I’ll see you again at JFK, not too long from now, and enjoy your glowing skyline once again. However, until then, thanks for everything, and I wish you all the best.
P.S. So you want to know the real reason why? Because the rent is too damn high.