Well… I mean, I guess we are taking a break, but I don’t want to make any promises, you know?
So let’s just call it a breakup for now.
The truth is, I’m pretty addicted to you. I love the endless freedom you give me. The late-night drinks. The early-morning yoga. The anonymity among all the people.
But you aren’t all that, you know. An entire homeless family and rats run rampant outside my apartment in LES. Yet, I forgive you every time, Miss New York.
So, how did we get here?
If someone asked me a few months ago, I would have said you and I would be together forever. But things change. I’ve changed. It’s not you, it’s me.
I mean it. I’m tired. You really are the city that never sleeps and I’m exhausted. I’m going to rest for a bit.
If this were my remix of the iconic Sex in the City, I would be the ultimate Carrie and Samantha mix. I would stay up late writing, thinking about the best way to shock my friends at brunch with my latest sexcapade.
But I hate how the series ends. I’ve watched it over 100 times. You can ask my roommates, I’m constantly watching it, analyzing every scene.
And you know why all the girls are single for so long?
It’s not because they can’t find the right man. They are wayyyyy too obsessed with YOU, Miss New York.
And I never want a Mr. Big. A man who doesn’t know what he has until he’s dead… literally.
But Sex in the City did get something right.
When Charlotte said, “Maybe we can be each other’s soulmates. And then we can let men be just these great, nice guys to have fun with.” I felt that.
I think that part is true. I’m not just talking about my girlfriends but all my amazing guy friends who have helped us build a life together.
Even if we are on a break, I’ll still come back and visit. I hope we can stay friends. Good friends, in fact. I’ll never forget your streets, your smell, the feeling of my next adventure around the corner.
You’ll always have a place in my heart.