My Longest Relationship

How fitting it is that when I refer to my longest relationship, I am talking about my city and not a man.

It's hard to believe that it's been 3 years today since I arrived in New York on a one-way ticket with just four suitcases.

While it wasn't exactly love at first sight, it was pretty close. And like any other relationship, we've had our ups and downs-- New York and I-- but we've also grown to love each other.

I know you're thinking that a city can't love someone, but you'd be wrong. This city has a way of drawing you in like few other places I've ever been.

It's that electric, indescribable feeling you get just walking down the street. Or the undeniable energy you can sense all around you. It's the little moments, hard to describe but impossible to ignore.

I think this one's a keeper.

JLH