Alright Edsters, before we go any further with this relationship, there is something you should know about me: I’m from the country. I own a pair of cowboy boots and I know all of the words to a disturbingly large number of country songs.
Now that that’s out in the open, there’s something we need to discuss. Lately, I’ve felt like I have to justify living in New York. People here love to tell me what I’m going to hate about it, namely the sky-high prices, mean people, and lack of green space. I know I might look back on this post in August and laugh at how naïve I was, but I just got back from a quick weekend trip to the city (still two weeks until the big move) and I didn’t find much of that to be true. Here’s the current impression I have of New York, after my third trip there.