D and I will never agree about NYC. He feels alive in this city. This photo was unprovoked — he was just “city happy!”
By contrast, time in NYC leaves me begging for a shower. And a nap.
For whatever reason, spending time on trains and subways and going elbow-to-elbow with strangers in the TKTS line brings out my inner cowgirl. Anyone who will give me two seconds will hear how I belong on a horse, in Wyoming or Montana. Which is frankly hilarious because I don’t really like horseback riding. And the bugs in Wyoming make the summers nearly impossible, unless you are sitting in a zone that’s already been mosquito-napalmed by the local government.
But I dislike the smell of NYC on a hot summer day considerably more.
So, yeah. I get why it is a romantic city and the cultural gems hidden within cannot be overstated. But neither can the peace that comes from a quiet starry night, sitting around a campfire with friends.
God bless this man’s patience with me. And that he loves a woman in cowboy boots.
Yee haw, friends.