I have tumultuous love-hate relationship with New York City.

On weekends like this past one, when the air is fresh and crisp and the trees are a one-two punch of color against the cornflower blue sky, my heart leaps as tall as the skyscrapers.

The debut of the annual Starbucks red cups don’t hurt my mood either.

I strolled through Central Park for three hours on Saturday, sipping hot tea and catching up with S, my long lost college roommate of two years. We ended up at Belvedere Castle, which offered us a spectacular view of the park.


The fiery colors in the park popped.

Okay, okay, enough photos of leaves. But truly, is there anything more beautiful than autumn in NYC? As long as no awful smells waft by unexpectedly, you don’t run into any rats or cockroaches and you manage to avoid those puddles of putrid who-knows-what that linger on the roads, that is. (Remember when I said this was a love-hate relationship?!)

We met up with G after exploring the Upper East Side, where S fell under the spell of a Burberry circle scarf at Michael’s. Go there and bury your face in the floor length fur coats. Works like a charm. Insta-smile!

On Sunday, I gathered the crew to watch some NYC marathoners run their tails off.

It was a rush to witness the city bond and cheer on complete strangers. I’ve decided to run the marathon next year. In the past I’ve favored reality TV marathons, but hey, people can change. If it’s on the blog than it must be true. Remember when I gave up baked goods for 31 days?

Bring it on, 26.2.




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