Declaration of Love for a City

New York, I love you.

I love your insane cabbies, your subway stations with four piece jazz bands busking at random stops, your pretzels of varying degrees of edibility, your parks, your random skaters in said parks who don’t mind coming over to sit down and listen to you play ukulele in Union Square, your nerdy comic book stores, your over abundance of cafes, your restaurants devoted entirely to rice pudding, your quiet streets, your loud streets, your residents who pretend that teens singing Doctor Horrible’s Sing Along Blog in three part harmony on the Q train is nothing out of the ordinary, your ridiculously tiny dogs, your postal police officers, your metro system that is never fully functioning, your knockoff designer handbags, your little corners full of treasures that almost no one knows about, your plethora of Harry Potter advertisements, your inspirational or at least improbable graffiti, your overabundance of knitting stores, and your residents.

I love the beautiful people that live in you.

I love you, New York.