Greetings from the city where my dreams never sleep and which takes all my love. You greedy city, you.
Never before have I felt more at home than now. I want to wrap myself in this place, drink its strong liquor, hug my closest friends, and dance the night away in VIP lounges feeling like a star. I want to call it a mean manipulator and escape to the farms beyond its gritty metropolitan grasp, ride horses into the backyard woods and pick apples straight from natures source. Now I’m the greedy one.
Dear New York,
I love you. Never leave me. Even though I’m leaving you. I’ll be back.