I’ve done something I never thought I would do.
I’ve left New York.
I got a new job, I packed up my stuff, and I moved across country to a little town known as Los Angeles.
And thus, I left New York.
It’s weird to think about something that I thought would be a constant, isn’t anymore.
Midnight pizza runs, Central Park ice skating, Beyonce kitchen dance parties.
Dorlan’s burgers for days, Sunday afternoon diner runs, Game Of Thrones-themed Halloweens.
Surprise parties in September, December, and June.
Rooftop rosé. NBA Finals beer. New York state gin.
Puppies. Everywhere. Anywhere.
And fish tacos.
This isn’t really a goodbye letter — more like a goodbye, for now. This city is too damn beautiful to be left on its own, without me ripping through the city, chasing puppies and eating all the burgers in sight.
Til I return: New York, I love you. And here are my favorite shots of you, that I’ve taken this past year.