Love letter to NYC

I love this city.


It's too crowded, it costs way too much to live here and any time you take a deep inhale through your nose while walking down the street there's like a 67% chance you're going to regret doing that. But I love that for the past eight days, since this new presidency, this strange new America, there hasn't been one single day when I didn't see folks on the train or in the streets with signs. with pins. with shirts. and.... those weird pink hats.


And in a city that can sometimes feel so lonely

just because everyone is trying to do so much

somehow, looking around the train tonight and for the past week at this myriad of folks- all different ages, faiths, colors, genders, backgrounds, styles, preferences, shapes and sizes..... and to see people smiling at each other. laughing with each other. playing. reading each other's signs. strangers hugging each other. people running straight from work to a protest. jumping on the train to JFK the second we heard there were people actually being detained from entering our city. I haven't felt that loneliness. from myself, or from anyone around me.

We have our share of assholes here, but, it appears that we are mostly comprised of people who are happy to stand up and fight.

Growing up I always thought of NYC as being the place where people who wanted to do big things went. I still think that. And this past eight days, I've seen the biggest of things being done. And for that reason I remain deeply smitten with and forever yours, you fucking beautiful (albeit, kinda gross) city.

This image was stolen from IG and is not my story- but the perfect illustration to go with my love letter

This image was stolen from IG and is not my story- but the perfect illustration to go with my love letter