falling in love

So I've been living in NYC for over three weeks now, jumping back and forth between the Upper West Side with my sister during the week, and over to the Upper East Side on the weekends.

I have always, always, always said I will not move to NYC after I graduate. My sister did it, practically my entire town does it, and I wanted to do something completely different. Ship me to Wisconsin, hire me in Philly, I wanted to explore a completely new city. But now, I will let you all say "I told you so." Yes, it's true. I might quite possibly have fallen a little in love with the city. The friends I've made during my internship are all incredible, and with a great set of friends who are all planning to do the exact same as you (instant roommates!) it's hard to stick to my original plan of being somewhere new (and alone?)

Plus, the view sitting outside at lunch each day (watching the incredibly long line at Shake Shack Madison Square Park that I will never bring myself to wait in), the view ain't so bad.