There are certain things that unite all New Yorkers. From cursing the MTA to hacking the harrowing housing market. Moments shared by anyone who has ever called this city home. The universal feelings of biting into the brunch you waited over an hour for and stepping out of your building on the first crisp day of autumn.
If you live in this city (and have a soul) there will be times when your heart swells. These New York minutes may be unexpected: like discovering a tiny child belting out Journey hits on a subway platform. Sometimes we seek them out: braving the crowds to visit the Rockefeller Christmas. Even the most jaded of us find ourselves overcome on occasion.
This is the greatest city in the world. Goddamn, I am lucky to live here.
That feeling of looking up and seeing One World Trade on the horizon. A beacon of resilience, a middle finger to any attempt to tear us down.
Today is September 11th. Today everyone who has stepped foot in any of the 5 boroughs has had this thought. 8 million people in not much more square footage, connected through thoughts and sentiment. It feels powerful. Maybe it’s just the winds changing from summer breezes to fall gusts, but I feel something in the air of this brilliant city today that connects us all today.
Millions of New York lovers remembering. Millions NEVER FORGETting.
We fucking love you, New York City. Today and everyday. Yes- even the day that end with us crying in public on your street corners, wondering how much easier everything would be in Santa Fe.
You make it worth it, you magical, challenging, world-class city, you.
This isn’t my first declaration of love to NYC…we’ve had a thing for almost a decade now… I’ve never been shy about shouting my love from every building with rooftop access.
My heart is with my city and all those never forgetting their love ones lost on this horrific day 16 years ago.