Dear New York City;
Both the people and the place.
The past five times I have had the pleasure of being in your company you have astounded me.
Your strength and grace, the beautiful scenery amongst the concrete jungle, and the multitudes of arts and culture and food brought me in and welcomed me.
There was the time in Times Square in the blizzard singing Oh Canada cause we won Olympic Gold.
There was the time I saw the MOMA for the first time and was blown away.
Stepping foot on Ellis Island.
And of course, buying my first
fake real purse.
Obviously the pajamas I bought at the zoo are my favourites.
The time I was so distraught and personally broken and the openness of your dream encouraging skyscrapers helped me heal.
Today I ache for you New York.
But I know you will recover. I know you will be different, and changed, but that’s your history. Hurricanes, terrorism, they have nothing on your spirit.
And, as the nurses who carried babies down flights of hospital stairs manually breathing for them, and the neighbours helping neighbours demonstrated yesterday, your people are just as full of spirit as you are.
Marathon or no marathon, you are and will forever be my city of dreams.
You’ve got this New York. And I’ve got your back.