This is my last Friday as a New Yorker. And I'm allowed to call myself that because I've been here more than six years (yowza !). I love when the whole West side (all I've ever known) becomes pink as a big orange balloon sets over the Hudson. I love the warm breezes at dusk that feel like relief after a day of heat sizzling off the pavement. I'll miss beautiful evening walks to meet best friends night after night.
But I think for right now, since I'm just a student anyway, I'll keep calling myself a New Yorker, okay ?