Wanderlust

What's so great about New York City? Manhattan? The Big Apple?

What's so great about a place overflowing with people who walk so fast they don't have time to breathe. I guess there's a reason why they call it the city that never sleeps. 

It's so crowded they had to fill up the sky. The only green there was planted there on purpose. Who wants that kind of regulation?

But then again, maybe it's not the city people love, but the idea of it.

Well, maybe I just wanted to see it once. Maybe I just wanted to try their bagels. Maybe there's a reason so many stories live there.

What do you think you'll find there?

Y'know, that's a funny question, and I'm going to be Socrates for a moment and answer it with a question: do you know just how upside-down my opinions have been since I met you?

Unconditional was a scary word, and I never said it until I met you.

I didn't know 80's music had heart, I didn't know the human body classified as art, and I certainly never thought twice about New York City. My younger self would've laughed in my face, and that wasn't long ago.

Then again, my love of Paris is a recent thing too. My, my. Breaking all the rules.

But you've always liked to push the boundaries, haven't you dear?