She gives me what I need

My family is still in the south, and my parents still struggle with why I live in New York and not Atlanta. Nothing against Atlanta, but it doesn't hold me the way that New York does (Chicago was even more nurturing until I got my heart broken there, but that's another story). New York gives me miles to explore, dozens of museums to wander, music, food, wine, people of all varieties to broaden my mind. When I run, she gives me tree-lined paths in the Park, or river views on the West side, and hundreds of companion runners. In the fall, it will give me the marathon just a few steps from my front door. Yea, she can be a royal pain in the ass, but I love her all the same. That being said, I have a faint yearning for a big dog and a deck for grilling and summer wine. do good darlings