New York,
It's not you, it's me.
I'm leaving, but I want you know that I love you so much. Even though you've been bitterly cold these past few months, you are my home, my family, my mischievous friend. You've raised me and taught me everything I know. Now I'm off to see the world. But don't ya worry, I'll be back.
SMELL YA LATER, NYC.
