Drinks along the saloon bar, and I went out for a smoke break. Such a quiet Monday night and the winds so cold, but something magical about Greenwich village, anyway.
The point is, when I stood there and looked up at quiet lights warming the apartments above, I thought I wish I lived here, and in my heart I meant New York.
That second when I realized that I do live in New York, it was the sweetest moment I had all day.
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