Hello, lover… It’s time to go public.
And where do I even begin? I will never be happy with what I tell you here. It’s either a cliché or not passionate enough. I don’t know which one’s worse. An addiction, a disease, a fascination, an absurdity, a fate?
I wanted this to be perfect and here I am, at loss for the right words, even though in my heart I feel like exclamation pointing.
‘New Yorkers are born all over the world,
and then they come to NY and it hits them:
Oh, that’s who I am’
I’ve never been one for sugarcoating things- my very soul demands New York. The city understands me, it justifies my irrational behaviors.
My New York wears I love Banana t- shirt.
Breakfasts at Le Pain Quotidien. Not a crush, it’s an addiction. These are never not in my thoughts.
The Fire Hydrants Series, starring my Little Sister. Her NY thing.
Walking with a dog gives me a sense of affinity. Although it doesn’t make much sense when said out loud. Especially when the dog isn’t mine… Thank you, C.&M.!
I pay tributes to bagels. A toasted cream cheese and salmon bagel is a basic human right!
There is always some kind of filming going on. If I had had superpowers to follow simple directions given by Tim The Movie Guy (the exact words being ‘do not move’ ), I would have been an extra in the movie. Anyone seen The Dark Knight Rises and me in it? Let me know =)
In fall, I tend to go pumpkin crazy. Four cups of a pumpkin spice latte a day, what do you call it? Yeah, a very unhealthy obsession.
Street food festivals with peach festivals being the bestest of the best. The Peach Festival. Need I say more?
Art is everywhere. It’s unpretentious and oftentimes you don’t even realize it’s happening. For free, for all eyes to see.
Donuts & laundry making. I have a thing for public laundries. If I’m not careful this may turn into yet another obsessive- compulsive love.
Hale & Hearty soups, the lobster bisque in particular… I like you lots, polka dots…
The city lights. You feel me..?
I get too excited while waiting for Ricky Martin to arrive on Broadway. And end up looking like this. (Plus he never shows up).
Saturday brunch. Damn you, eggs benedict!
Chuck Bass. You cannot blame a girl for trying.
The Guggenheim Museum. Sometimes I don’t get art …
… Other times I do.
The Brooklyn Bridge. Oh. And Jay-Z is from Brooklyn.
… When in doubt, lemonade it.