All Of Me

I have figured out what it is about New York City that exhausts me. It’s the pizza {I’m kidding}. With each visit to the city I am always more and more shocked as to why I feel so tired the first few days. I confess to attributing this to a sad case of jet lag even though the time difference from coast to coast is a mere 3 hour change. But then today, as I sat above Central Park taking it all in, I realized that it isn’t a physically taxing sensitivity, yet an emotionally exhausting place to be. When offering yourself to her completely, New York takes in a part of your heart and soul. Just like any other relationship: you only get what you...