Dear New York City,
On January 6, 1996, you became my new home. I moved here in the crazy Blizzard of ’96. Nothing could keep me from my destiny.
You still give me butterflies after 16 years. That’s how I know we were meant to be. We have an epic love that will never die.
Thank you for being such a sweet support system. You are always there for me. I count on you to make me feel better when I’m sad, to inspire me when I’m lost, and to cheer me on when I need encouragement.
Your magical qualities make me a proud New Yorker. Here’s to another 16 years of magic.
I’ll be loving you forever.