New York- I Love You ✔

You are the bodega cat sleeping on bags of rice. You are the sound of saxophone drifting from Washington Square Park at dusk. You are the old deli that knows my order, and the rooftop where I once cried and laughed in the same breath. You break my heart with your rent prices and your goodbyes, but you also hand me a slice of pizza at 2 a.m. and say, "You made it."

You are not a city of easy love. You are loud, impatient, often indifferent. You charge too much for coffee and never apologize for the subway delays. But somehow, that’s exactly why I love you. New York- I Love You

You are messy, glorious, impossible, and relentless. And even when I leave—when I swear I’ve had enough—you pull me back. Always. You are the bodega cat sleeping on bags of rice