There's something intriguing about missing New York. Frank Sinatra wants to be part of it, for REM, leaving New York is never easy and Billy Joel sings about the New York state of mind. But what makes New York so special after all?
For me New York has been like that guy, you know, the tall, dark and handsome one who lived next door in college and you've always had a crush on. You've flirted on several occasions, spent a couple of nights over, always perfect, always amazing. But then, when the time came to choose, you were surprised to find yourself picking the cute laid back friend who made you feel like a million bucks instead.
When my time came to chose, I didn't even give it a second thought. It was almost as if the New York office, printed black on white on my choice sheet, was too blurry to even notice. A year has passed and I'm happy with my choice. There's no place like San Francisco and when I moved here, I knew I had found my perfect city. And yet, part of me can't help but wonder, what if I had chosen New York?
After more than two years, in a few hours I'll be back and it somehow feels bittersweet, like seeing that one long lost love that I let get away. Butterflies are flying all over my stomach. Part of me wishes I hate it, that New York is nothing like what I remember and part of me is hopeful to relive those days long ago, flying drunks in cabs through meatpacking district, sipping lattes on the stairs of the Met, getting excited every time I see a Dunkin Donuts...
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