Life in New York is very hectic, fast-paced, and even uptight at times. Although I hate to admit it, I find myself missing the carefree, west coast lifestyle. I miss Arizona and the pool parties, patios, skateparks, grass, and palm trees. More specifically I miss the long-haired, tattooed, disheveled skater boys that make up Arizona. As much as I try to convince myself otherwise, I just don't think I'll ever really "click" with a preppy, midtown banker who plays lacrosse, wears Lacoste and frequents rooftop happy hours, (THE EXCEPTION BEING DREW ADAMS) :)
What can I say, I'm a sucker for greasy hair, scabbed up elbows and torn jeans, shoes, shirts...
Needless to say, I'm looking forward for a visit home in May for a little R&R. Oh, and don't let the title of this blog fool you. I do in fact LOVE New York and am only referencing a Coconut Records song called West Coast.
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