New York, New York

I love this city.  The sights, the smells, the sounds, the soul of the people that keep it beating day in and day out.  I could totally live there, walking up and down Park Avenue, grapping a cup of coffee from a corner cafe, walking my chihuahua along the waterfront, taking a stroll in Greenwich village, window shopping for vintage treasures. It's endless and beautiful and yet simple and edgy.  That's New York for you. Some people can't handle it and I totally understand. It depends on your perspective. It can be smelly and dirty, mean and sharp, annoying and tiring. But that's part of it's charm. The fact that it's a melange of so many angles, people, cultures, ideas, makes it the crossroads of the country and the world. You really feel like it's happening here, and if you batt your eyelashes just so, they can feel the breeze on the other side of the world.  That's what New York does to you. Hate it or love it, it seeps into your veins and refuses to budge from your essence.  It calls you back, like an obsessed lover refusing to go away regardless of your feelings.  Take me as I am, it tells you.  You have to if you want me.  And you do.