When I left New York City in 2012 after an exhausting and equally exhilarating 2-year stint there, I never thought I’d want to move back. I was so done. Kaput. Toast. That was until my recent trip where I fell back in love with the city that kicked me while I was down, picked me up and dusted me off, and set me back on my feet all in one stride.
I remember one of my friends once said “New York is the boyfriend who treats you like shit, but the sex is great.” And I haven’t heard a better description of it yet. It’s the Justin to my Selena, the Justin-Bobby to my Audrina, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Peruse through the photos from my recent trip below, and fall in love with the concrete jungle that’s stolen my heart.