I Heart NY

Tonight a friend of a friend of mine will be hosting not a Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza or even festivus party, but rather a celebration of all things New York complete with hotdogs, Nathan's mustard and bagel chips. He’s dubbed it an “I Heart NY” party and I wouldn’t miss it for the world, because, well, I really do.

In one of my favorite Sex and the City episodes Carrie explains that she’s in essence, been dating the city; for seven years now, so have I. That’s quite a commitment for someone who felt like bangs asked a lot out of me. Seven years - it’s a desk set.

To be honest, it wasn’t love at first sight. In fact, when we first met I believe I called him as a monster. How anyone could settle down with someone so rude, so full of himself and lacking in basic personal hygiene, was beyond me.

But just like any other love of mine, New York snuck up on me. Keeping tabs on him from California I wondered what he had been up to. Who was he seeing and when we might run into each other again?

When we finally did reconnect it was mad hot love. I introduced him to all my friends, took an interest in all his interests, even changed my wardrobe.  I got lost in him.

Today we’re both a little older, a little bigger and I hope a little wiser. I no longer need him by my side at every moment to feel he’s mine.

New Year’s is coming and he has plans to go out with some friends which is fine, because I know the truly special occasions, the everyday moments - like a fire at home on the year’s first snow or a saxophonist serenade during a stroll through the park - are all ours.