Walking out of the San Diego airport into the Southern California sunshine was a powerful aphrodisiac, but nothing I can’t resist—my heart belongs in Manhattan, and I’m not a cheater. But the weather wasn’t the only temptation that presented itself over the weekend.
What has a year of those circumstances, living in and with and as a part of NYC, done to me? This may sound like a strange declaration coming from someone who lives in the city that never sleeps, but New York has mellowed me out.
My college roommates and I thought we were pretty clever with the sheet sign that we came up with to hang from our porch for graduation weekend. Sheet signs at the University of… Continue reading
New York City. The Big Apple. The City that Never Sleeps. I honestly don’t think I have anything to say about the place that has not already been said. But I have things… Continue reading