I left Manhattan about a week ago and man, I miss it. The sparkling lights of the city, the bustling streets and the crowded sidewalks already seem like a distant memory. When I step out of my Texas suburban house in the 100 degree heat, a sense of boredom arises without the hustling crowds and the scampering subway rats. And being back in Texas during August, a good amount of sweat arises too.

I fell in love with the city. The heart has a funny way of cherishing everything when its in love. I mean, I did just imply that I missed the subway rats.

My next flight is already booked and I will be back in less than a month. Back in the city, back in love.

Christine