Dear New York City,
It’s sad to say, but I think our relationship has run its course. It’s been a great 9 years, a life-changing 9 years, but it’s time for me to move on. I know it’s a cliche, but I really mean it– it’s me, not you.
You haven’t changed. You’re still full of opportunity– a place where young people come full of dreams– determined to “make it” here– to work in entertainment, in banking, in museums and bars… to be a star, to get rich, to find themselves…to live in one of the greatest cities in the world….
You’re where I fell in love with my husband– where we would spend the early days walking through the village, exploring– falling in love with each other– but also with you.
You’re where we started our first home (apartment) together, where we welcomed our daughter, where we brought her home from the hospital, where I had many personal and professional milestones.
Yes, we’ve been through a lot. And, I thank you for that.
But let’s be real– you stink (especially in the summer), you’re crowded, chaotic, loud, sometimes crass… and yes, the rent really is too damn high.
And also, I HATE your subways– I really do. If it weren’t for the arrival of uber, I’m not sure we would have lasted as long as we did.
Yes, you have pockets of peace, urban oases if you will– beautiful parks, quaint unassuming restaurants, hidden gems… I’ll miss these the most… Walks in Riverside park, lazily drinking wine and brunching and catching up with friends over a meal, playing with my daughter at your playgrounds….Oh, and delivery. I’ll miss delivery– being able to get basically anything delivered to my door in hours, sometimes minutes.
But, I’m moving on. I’m heading home, to the suburbs, to family, to Pennsylvania, to a house. And I’m excited, really excited, for this new chapter. But, like every breakup, no matter how necessary and right, there will be some loss.
But don’t worry– I know you’ll move on. In fact, I’m sure there’s some girl getting off a plane or a train or a bus right now– a girl with big dreams– who will love you, stink and all.
I’ll miss you New York. I love you almost as much as I hate you. So I’ll be back… but only to visit.