And now, I not only understand this advice, but I’ve dished it out a few times myself: “It sucks here. Don’t leave. It’s the greatest city in the world.”
Brooklyn has so much to offer. But. I do have to pause slightly. Just slightly. Because while it’s kind of cool just how ‘hip’ Brooklyn has become, it’s not the Brooklyn I’m too familiar with.
It won’t take you long to realize that that Queens is chock-full of beautiful men, who are not only attractive, but also make for excellent significant others.
He said we should come back again as my head rested on his shoulder, and the train moved along the track, back to Long Island. Further and further away from our wintry weekend in the West Village.
I decided to take a ride out to the beach at Fort Lauderdale. There was a long wait at a drawbridge, and four girls in a nearby car rolled down their windows. I thought they wanted to ask directions, but they were just waving and smiling. On Las Olas Boulevard a guy in the car next to mine began flirting with me.
Wandering Central Park. I’d like to sled down a hill, just one time.
Before moving to the city, I was looking forward to sipping cosmos, falling in love, and solving my romantic-comedy life with ‘what would Carrie Bradshaw do?’ Boy was I wrong.
1. could have paid your rent with all the $3 umbrellas you’ve bought that broke instantly upon opening 2. get used to the summer sweaty-garbage smells 3. view garbage bags as part of the sidewalk 4.
“He’s got a gun! Run!”
When I think of New York, I’ll remember being in love.