A letter to NYC

Dear New York City,

Our relationship has been short. Frankly, I'm not sure most people could consider it a relationship. Perhaps it has been more of random rendezvous; after all, we've only met, in person at least, twice. But I can't say our story ends with our two meetings. You have, for years before we had even interacted, mesmerized me. Certainly, many people would say the same. But for me it was never the encounters of Sex and the City that attracted me to you. After all, I wasn't even allowed to watch that show. Instead, it was with Breakfast at Tiffany's, with Patti Smith's Just Kids, and with New York Stories (a compilation of short stories about or set in New York City). These where the sources of my intrigue. I didn't want to go and be famous in New York City. I merely wanted to traverse the streets and cafes in hope of "finding myself". As most young, and easily influenced, people go, I wanted to get lost in the streets of New York and then emerge a completely new woman. Perhaps what it largely represented for me was an awakening and a growth I longed to have.

My first experience in New York City was short, and admittedly painful. My shoes were not the correct shoes for the amount of walking I did. After one comfortable day, I spent the next two with bleeding feet and limping from place to place. I had done NYC all wrong, I came out saying to myself. Surely, when I went again I would do it all differently. And I did. The second, and last, time I went I went with my brother. Together we went from corner to corner, soaking in the famous "energy" of the city. When it came time to leave, sadness washed over both of us. What if we could stay here forever? We asked ourselves. The question lingered in my mind for months after. As many have done, I fantasized about leaving everything behind to move to New York City. The thought hasn't completely left my mind. Perhaps one day I will move there. For now, I will take any opportunity to go. I am not a New Yorker. I don't pretend to be, obviously. And quite honestly, I think that's what I love most about my relationship with the city. We are happy because we are apart. Should we ever actually come together, I fear that all that will be left is unmet expectations and disappointment. After all, distance makes the heart grow fonder.