Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Where to live...
I think it's time for me to give New York a break. And Paris a break, for that matter. Tonight, over drinks (Cote du Rhone... duh), a friend said to me: "These are not boyfriends; they're cities." And it's true. I talk about both New York and Paris as if I'm dating them, as if they're supposed to be living up to some expectation, accommodating me somehow. The truth is, I'm lucky to have lived in either place. I'm lucky to have jumped between them. And whatever comes next, it's safe to say, I'm lucky to experience it.
That said, if I had to choose a city as my boyfriend, it's Paris all the way. Sorry, New York.