One of my absolute favorite phrases. And in it you can hear the spirit of NY. That indignant anger. That need to spit. To let people know just how you're feeling. That inability to hold back.
I'm sitting in a restaurant at JFK downing Bellinis and already missing NY. Despite what some might consider a frantic pace, there's something about this city that rejuvenates me. When I'm here I feel bad if I stay at home. This time around I was up and out most nights til 4 am and probably broke my all-time record with one party that lasted til 7 am.
Most of all, I enjoyed myself. I saw my family and friends (although it's not the same as living here). And I just walked the streets and rode the train. Simple pleasures. As usual, I probably spent too much money and brought too much back but as I've said before, who can resist? It's New fucking York for godsakes. And most importantly when I'm here I never feel like I have to hold back.
I get a lot of shit in Cali for being too "harsh" or "blunt" or _____ (insert opposite of "passive-aggressive" adjective here) but in actuality, I'm just telling you why I'm mad.
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new york does get stuck in your skin, doesn't it? after living away for 12 years, i still have some nyc attributes. i wear them like battle scars.
Nothing else compares (sadly). Although whenever I'm in Cali, I'm so busy I don't have as much time to miss it.
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