New York is pretty much perfect right now. The weather is cool and the roses are still kicking. The museums were all free last night and Shakespeare in the Park has already started. I took a windows-down cab ride along 5th avenue and the boy I was with let me sit parkside so I could enjoy the view. I truly and honestly love my city, the city to end all cities, but I just can't for the life of me figure out if I'm a city girl masquerading as a country mouse or vise versa. Or worse, both.
This conundrum has been rattling around in my brain for 9 years now and it's painfully obvious. I can't remember that last time I shared anything remotely city (maybe my trip to the Met?), a pretty funny omission since I live in the citiest of all cities around. One of my looming summer goals is to really try to love New York not just in a theoretical way. Love it through experiencing it, of course, and also love it by getting the hell out of it as much as possible.