I’ve Fallen Out Of Love With New York City

Finally!

Never thought the day would come when my heart would stop fluttering for the city that never loved me back, even when I pleaded for a little tenderness, but here I am fully reconciling with the fact that New York is no longer the great love of my life.

Like every torturous love affair featuring the unrequited affection that forces the rejected to work that much harder to manifest the impossible, there comes a time when the heart regains traction and forces euphoric tendencies to be disciplined for the rescue.

I fell hard for New York City at an impressionable age and vowed to move there as soon as festivities for college graduation were complete.

The city was a very different vibe back in the late 90s and perhaps that’s why it was so easy to eagerly assimilate into the sprawling landscape of delicious chaos, with the tempo of a avid hustler, wielding high aspirations as the armor for victory.

Youthful vigor dictates that nothing is out of reach, especially if you dwell in one of the most desirable locations for dreams come true, and the accommodation of relentless pursuits that can’t be replaced with a defeated spirit, no matter how many times prime opportunities pass you by.