"One belongs to New York instantly. One belongs to it as much in five minutes as in five years."
New York City is wonderful, but you already knew that. I, too, knew that before I went. I knew I would love it because it's New York. How could I not? We're talking about the greatest city in the world here. Of course, of course I would love it. And I did love it, and I do. I immediately felt at home.
It's a city people fall in love with for a reason, and you can't really explain it, but you can feel it. The feeling is acute. It happens all at once and swallows you up as you're walking through the Village in the cold or riding the subway back to Brooklyn late at night. You can't help but grin as you take in the graffitied buildings and the taxis weaving through traffic and the eclectic people walking alongside you.
It is simply New York, and it has seized a piece of me in the same way Austin has. You can expect to see me back there for good one day–with Melany in tow, of course, as I couldn't possibly open a second coffee shop by myself.