New York

Sometimes I love it, sometimes I hate it. Sometimes I love my job, sometimes I hate it. Sometimes I love dating, sometimes I hate it.

See a pattern? Me too.

Sometimes I think I want to move out of New York. Then, just when I'm convinced, I see my favorite building, or my favorite person calls or I run into some new adventure or person who I cannot imagine not running into.

What to do? Nothing, I suppose.