No, I did not fall in love with New York the first time I stepped out of the JFK airport. It just hit me in one fell swoop a few days after I arrived. I think it was the time when my dear friend took me out of Brooklyn and went straight to Manhattan, one chilly afternoon in December. Manhattan is vibrant and exquisitely chaotic. I love the diversity and random faces that it offers. I love it that New York city is not too perfect with its share of dirty alleys, police sirens screaming onto your heads, and lots of indecency going around. It is a lot like Manila, my city and more. People dont generally give a hoot about who you are or what you look like or how you sound. I will come back here because I love that it rubs off on me that feeling of proud and reckless entropy.
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