Oh New York! You are a love letter. I moved here in December from several years in Brazil for work, and I wondered what my life would be like here. So here's the summation: Broadway, MoMA, running down the stairs to the subway because I hear my train coming, buying fresh blueberries from the vendor at the corner of my street, these insanely cute New York dogs with their ridiculous tiny swagger, running into people I know in surprising places because this town is a small town sometimes, unexpectedly fantastic brunch, hanging out with friends at the last minute as we zip around the city, the tree outside my living room window that blocks from the neighbors from seeing in even when I forget to draw the curtain. Lots of stuff. Life is pretty delicious, isn't it?

Life is awesome. But maybe finding the right person would make it just that much awesomer.

Being grateful for ridiculous amounts of good fortune. Also journalism.

Getting lost. Rooting for the underdog. Staying up past my bedtime. Sleeping in. Finding people cool birthday presents.

curly, curly hair. Lots of it.

This strikes me as a really fun conversation topic for, say, a first date. You know, just an idea. (But I will say my tastes run to the nerdy - Buffy, Blade Runner, Dr Who. Also Saramago, Arrested Development, Heathers... Lots to talk about!)

A good Internet connection. My passport. Lip balm (I hate chapped lips). Parenthetical asides. Sneakers. A good library system.

questions.

doing stuff. I just got to New York, so who knows what's typical for me here yet.

I just briefly considered making some toast and then decided it was too much effort. Toast. Too much effort.

That's kind of up to you, isn't it? (But it'll help if you're smart, and if you know how to challenge me.)