Los Angeles and New York, they came first and last. Each one makes me want the other.
Something as bleak as the death of a husband made them appear wildly provocative, and for no other reason than the fact that they were no longer tied down to a man.
Sure, tourists want to have an adventure and a new experience, but who gets to decide what is authentic, what is the ‘real’ Bushwick or Hell’s Kitchen, or DUMBO? Who are the people coming up with these concepts? What is the impact of a branded place on our city?
“Like any true love, it drives you crazy, but you know you wouldn’t change anything.”
“Is this a real daycare?”
Do you think about the city as a whole, or only as its various parts? The MTA gets you somewhere, but how does that connect to jobs? Do you care? You should.
Cry, but don’t in public.
The New York Yankees will never again field a shortstop.
People move to New York, expecting the city to give them a purpose. However, this is not real. No one, and no place, can discover your life’s purpose for you.
You drew me back as I always suspected you would. What started as exciting and refreshing with her quickly became rote and boring. Although I thought I’d be much happier, her little quirks soon became glaring flaws that I couldn’t overlook.