Farewell New York
They say you are not a New Yorker until you have lived in the city for at least five years.
I politely disagree.
To become a New Yorker is to experience a great love. And like any great love, you can only experience it in full if you completely commit yourself to it. You become a New Yorker the moment you open yourself up to the city. New York is not easy, it is not welcoming, but the city can be whatever you need it to be... if you only let it. You become a New Yorker when you learn to love the city and all its flaws. It is not perfect by any means, and life here is not as glamorous as they make it seem, but it can be pretty magical if given the chance.
Once you learn to love the sirens and the rude pedestrians and the humungous bagels and the crazy weather and all that New York has to offer, that is when you are a New Yorker.
But like any great love, you must be loved back to experience the euphoria that comes with true romance. New York needs to learn to love you. It needs to see you at your worst. New York will see you cry and watch you as you wander lost through the streets. It will feel you question yourself and it will grab you and remind you that this is what you want and this is where you need to be. And once New York answers your questions and calms your nerves with its charm and sweet nothings, that is when you may call yourself a New Yorker.
For all the bad days and all the ugly, New York is a beautiful place that holds the potential to father your wildest dreams. It is a city that will never give up on itself and because of this, I will never give up on New York.
Regrettably, my time has come to leave The Big Apple, float out from the clouds, and come back down to the real world. But I will be back. Maybe in a few months time or maybe in a few years. No matter when, New York will always hold a piece of my heart.
Until next time, Sarah.