But you should see the Cloisters in Fall.

I did not know that I was pretty until I moved to NYC.

When I was growing up I got used to hearing all of the usual you’d-be-so-pretty-ifs from my family and I kind of think that one of the reasons that I moved to the City was so that I wouldn’t have to hear them anymore.

I just assumed that there would be so much more beauty happening in the City and, conversely, so much more un-beauty happening that I could just slip in, safe and discrete, between the two.
But no, I got here and suddenly there were no more ifs. The City is beautiful and I am a part of it so I guess it must have rubbed off.

Luckylucky me.