I love you in the fall when the leaves are turning, the winds are blowing and Halloween is yes, so, so close. I love you in the winter when a sudden snowstorm brings you to a stand still, but I still walk and occasionally lie down in the snow on a deserted sidewalk and pretend I am a snow angel. I love you in the spring when tulips bloom in the middle of Park Avenue and lovers are more numerous than cats. And I love you in the summer when nights are sticky and warm like days and we take the Q train to Coney Island and ride the archaic Cyclone.
You stink of garbage and you house a billion rats, you are too busy, too loud and dirty and it's impossible to see the stars at night. But you have a pulse that adds a spring to my step and inspires the blood in my veins to run more purposefully. You inspire me to be inspired and you always treat me like you care. You allied me with the most significant people in my life. You raised me and schooled me. You slapped me and pampered me. You fed me the most exquisite food. You shopped me into style. You got me drunk and high for the first time. I gave you my virginity. My mother is buried in your soil.
And then your people, I adore your people. They are strong and real and no they may not smile at you for no reason but when they do smile it brightens up your entire month. The friendships I forged on your streets are some of the most enduring and passionate. I trust you and I trust your people. And I trust your unpredictability and your easy spontaneity. You are always up for surprise and keen on an adventure. And you are always sassy, sexy, cool, funny, mysterious, alluring. I could go on an on because you absolutely rock and you rock my world. I am so proud to call you my hometown.