I feel really bratty saying this, but, this fall is the strangest ever.
It’s either really hot in New York or windy and cold. I just want typical fall — I mean, it’s my favorite season to get dressed — temperatures.
“Wanna go pumpkin picking?”
Sam’s iMessage popped onto my screen and I didn’t hesitate before responded, “Can we go on hay ride, too?”
I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
Mind if we just sit and talk for a minute? I’m not angry or anything (I know that’s like, so scary to hear, your heart just did flips, right?). I just want to catch up, talk through some things.
You’re really at your best right now. And I want you to know all the ways. My personified relationship with you, New York, is not unlike the ones I have with actual people in my life or myself, for that matter. It ebbs and flows.
I legit hate Soho. It’s overwrought with tourists looking for Dash. It’s turning into Times Square, really, forcing the fashion scene even further downtown.
The South Street Seaport is having a moment. Angel and I confirmed this when we ventured to the 1 train’s last stop to celebrate Seaport Studios Opening Pop Up.
I love with my mom comes to visit.
I get to play tour guide. I keep a running list of cool things happening in the city, tidbits of historical context I know she’ll get a kick of out and some sort of cultural activity—always.
There is a particular scene I think about in Girls whenever something happens that breaks in my favor.
It’s season 2, episode 7. Hannah is in the back of a cab, with Marnie and Adam (and his bike), a slow smile creeping onto her face right before the credits hit. She and Adam are officially dating.