Married to my city

On this hazy Friday afternoon, as I recover from the boy drama I endured the previous evening, I feel the need to reflect on my current state of mind.  Not too long ago I attended a serious relationship of mine out of fear of leaving my great city behind.  He was a socal beach boy, I'm a born and bred city slicker.  Star crossed lovers on opposite ends of the coast, right?  My whole life was this man, and when I mean my whole life, I mean this man produced so much joy in my life and made me so happy, and loved me so much that we were the two happiest peas you could possibly find in a pod.  However, then "life" set in.  I needed to move to LA to be with him and although LA was OK, I didn't really like it that much, nothing compared to NY for sure.  How would I fare in this new place?  It just seemed all too much for me to handle, giving up my City.  And that's when it dawned on me.  I'm loyal to Manhattan-so in love that I won't leave it for fear of disappointment. So content in my NY bubble that I'm unwilling or unable to succeed in a new, less intense atmosphere.  At some point though, I want that to change. I want to be able to grow and make personal life choices, even if it means moving out of NY, to be around the people I care about and whom make the most difference in my life. Although right now I feel empty, a little overdosed with emotion, I know that only in NY can I take a walk in central park, take a strip tease dance class, get a message and then go out for a night on the town all within a few miles of each other.  And for that, in times like this, I am eternally greatful for my city that never sleeps.  Until next time, -The Know it all New Yorker-