When warm weather strikes, all of New York turns into an outdoor reading room.
I've been thinking about New York a lot lately. I don't want to give up The Farm, but Adam and I were talking about asking Mike if we could sublet for maybe 6 months, maybe longer, give Brooklyn a try.
I love New York. I love that neurotic, pill-popping, shaky Woody Allen city. It makes me feel sane and calm.
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