Mad About Manhattan

After years of waiting, I now live on the one shimmering island in this world where the strangest sorts of people have a way of coming together. Where people get around in bright yellow cabbies and dirty subways; where people order Chinese at four in the morning and drink rainbow-colored cocktails along with it; where people go broke, yet materialism abound. It’s the place where, for some reason, everybody wears black: head to toe, top to bottom, all over, on all four seasons! A city populated by towering skyscrapers, underground performers, of Dean and Deluca, of captivated tourists, of local realists, of Grey’s Papaya and Atkins Diet. A city so bold and alive, that it has been brilliantly stigmatized as, “the city that never sleeps”.

I now live in Manhattan.

I say that chin up, with a Manhattanesque pride, no less.