Dear Snow,

Where art thou? Don't you usually make a dramatic appearance by now? Do you know how long I've dreamed of winter in New York, with the streets magically decked out in Christmas lights and snow? The perfect picture in my head is not what is before me. Seriously, you not being here is getting old. Can you get a move on?
Sincerely,
Impatiently waiting for your arrival

Dear Semester,

Well haven't you just been fun. From the chaos of orientation week, to the confusion of a new building debacle, to the disastrous no ID card situation, to the delightful class lectures, to the unbearable awful professor who really shouldn't be teaching, to the hellacious required class that everyone is glad is over (including the professor. what's up with that?), to the rainy trips to the Met, to the stressful cram sessions, to the bonds with other students over said situations I dare say you've been quite eventful. Please, next year, try to be a little bit calmer.
Sincerely,
Glad we've reached the end

Dear New York City,

Its the little moments, I have found, that make me really love you so. Like walking out of the subway at just the right time of day to catch the sun hitting the buildings just perfectly so. Or arriving at the street corner just as the light changes so my stride never comes to a halt. I needed both of those today, so thank you. Those little things day to day remind just why you are my favorite city. And why I love you as my home.
Love,
Always a fan

Dear Grad School,

I get it now. That time at the start of the semester when the second year told me that the moments I feel beyond overwhelmed and that I will never get through it are completely normal moments everyone has. That time my advisor said there will be moments we want to quit, give up, call it good, and truly believe it was a mistake we ever got accepted into the program are normal thoughts. That time my professor said at one point or another we will all want to cry all the way home on the subway because of how much is left to do, and that breaking down and losing it and essentially becoming a great big ole hot mess is acceptable to do and will happen and its not big deal. Each of those times in the moment I didn't get it. I never thought I would feel like that. I get it now. Those moments have each come. So nice of you Grad School to make everyone feel connected through similar feelings. Thanks for that.
Sincerely,
Two Weeks till freedom

Dear Subway Goers,

You cannot just slowly, mosey your way on up the stairs coming up out of the subway. No. That's just not acceptable. Now those who physically have a more difficult time getting up each step, understandable. By no means is this directed to you. But to those who have complete capability to charge on up those stairs please do so. Better yet, you need to. To the couple this morning who took their sweet time getting on up, who decided it was necessary to pause on each and every stair, I ask you--what were you doing? What was so interesting that you found yourself needing to pause every other second? The glorious art of the subway stairs? That can't be it, there isn't any. Were you lost? Because last time I checked, stairs aren't hard, its either up or down. Not to mention the fact that you both took up the entire stairway. Seriously? You, the slow-poke couple, made me miss my connecting train. Thanks for that. You ruined the pace of my morning. You must be tourists.
Sincerely,
The peeved individual who unfortunately got stuck behind you

Dear Umbrella,

This is now the 3rd day in less than two weeks that I have left you behind and had to walk home in the rain. I have to say, I am not a fan of getting wet with all my books and papers. Ink does not respond well to wet paper. My mother told me never to forget you, and yet I have. Multiple times. From this day forward you will never leave my bag.
Sincerely,
Your Wet Owner

Dear Rainboots,

What's with the leakage today? Is not your sole purpose in life to keep my feet dry through the rain and puddles? That fact that my socks were wet by the time I got home today proves you to be completely useless in my life. If you weren't cute, I'd be rid of you by now.
Regretfully,
Unhappy Owner of the Useless Rainboots

Dear Fog,

You were so lovely yesterday morning. Seeing you take over the street, yet still being able to see the deep red leaves come through made me wish I had my camera. Beautiful. And the way you rested over the lake in Central Park was like a scene out a movie. Well done. I have since learned that you caused some trouble for the rest of the country trying to fly into this little city. Quite a trouble maker you are. But I'm still a fan. Please come back anytime.
Sincerely,
One who always enjoys your presence

Dear Hidden Ice Patch,

Can't say you were a find surprise last night. Your sudden appearance on the bridge in Central Park found me a slippin' and a slidin' oh so gracefully to the ground. Thanks for that. Two things I have learned from you.
1) I need boots with better traction.
2) One snow storm and I already fell. Its gonna be a long winter.
Sincerely,
Not looking forward to meeting you again

Dear Snow,

You came a little early this year. A little over eager are we? You know I am one of your biggest fan, but all in the proper time and place. End of October, the height of the Autumn season, is not your time. Please refrain yourself, have some patience, and come when you are suppose to. Fall is Fall and you are not invited. You see, the trees were so not ready yet. Some of their leaves hadn't even changed, much less fallen to the ground. Then you had to go and dump on them and pull many a branch and whole tree down with your weight. My poor Central Park looks worst than it did after the hurricane with all these saddly fallen trees. Not to mention that many a section of it is still covered by you. I do not approve of your actions, and kindly request that you change your ways and do not come back until Winter.
Sincerely,
Can't wait to see you in December

Dear iPod,

Well done this morning. Your selection of songs during my run was absolutely perfect and kept me going. Also, the fact the you started playing Marc Anthony's "Rain on Me" the exact moment it started to rain was absolutely fantastic and made my entire run that much more awesome. I'm proud of you today.
Sincerely,
Long Time Listener

Dear Husband To Be,

Did you know I love to be carried? I'm a huge proponent of being lifted and swept away to wherever I need. If I asked would you carry me across the street? I'm not saying this is a deal breaker or anything if you don't, it just would be nice if its not too much trouble.

Should you like to be carried too, I think I could manage that if needed.
Love,
Just waiting to be carried

Dear New York Skyline,

That view at sunset last night was magical. I feel it was the perfect cohesive moment of man's design out for display and God decided to highlight it. I couldn't stop staring. No picture will ever do justice to seeing it firsthand. I'd be okay if you looked like that every night.
Sincerely,
Never fails to be amazed by a view

Dear Girl Who Thinks Tights are Pants,

They're not. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for the tights style that has come, and believe tights with dresses works fantastic. I'm even a fan of leggings and the in-between-is-it-a-long-shirt-or-a-short-dress look if you have the legs to pull it off. However, your shirt that happen to bare your midriff and then just a pair of tights was not attractive. Or appropriate. And they were lace tights no less! In white. What were you thinking? There was nothing working for you there. Did you just forget the skirt? You appeared as though you were on your way to work. While I commend your pursuit of a career, that outfit could not possibly be deemed professional in any environment. Please find some dignity and a mirror. Or a honest friend who would have told you.
Sincerely,
I Had to Advert My Eyes When I Saw You

Dear Dad,

Remember how growing up you would always get after us, your darling children, for leaving the lights on around the house? I'm recalling epic light switch tirades in which you would stomp around turning off all the lights left on and then mutter to yourself how unnecessary all these lights were. Well, I'll have you know, I am now you. I'm the girl who will get up off the couch to turn the kitchen light off whilst simultaneously staring down the roommate who subsequently left said light on. I'm known now here in 4N as the one who always makes sure the lights are off. Its become almost a running joke with the roomies. I don't know whether to be upset or to thank you for passing this neurotic, yet money saving trait to me. But needless to say, I get it now.
Thoughtfully,
Your becoming-more-like-you-with-each-passing-day daughter

Dear Streets of New York,

That rat that walked along side me today was not particularly pleasant to see. I always hear of the rats of New York, but never actually see them. I don't find I enjoy you showing me the darker side of the city as of late. Please be better and shun me from such things.
Respectfully,
A New Resident

Dear Husband to Be,

You will be funny. You will make me laugh. Other people don't have to think you're funny, but I do. Otherwise this whole for life and all eternity thing won't really work out for me. I'm basically banking on the fact that this will be us.

Okay? Be excited.
Love,
Me.

Dear Central Park,

That dog today, who stood in the rain in a little yellow dog rain coat happened to be beyond adorable. I had to stop my run and stare at his adorableness. Why doesn't every dog have a rain coat? It should be mandatory. Also, the rain this morning making the leaves fall around me as I ran made me feel as though I was in an Autumn Wonderland. It was truly magical. Thank you for that moment.
Love,
A Great Admirer of Your Beauty

Dear New York,

Why is it that when I want the sun you bring me rain, and when I want the rain you give me sun? Clearly I think we could work together so I am always pleased with situation going on outside. It wouldn't be too hard right? I'm not asking for a lot here, just constant delight when I look out the window. It would help me greatly in my day to day fashion choices. But this weekend can you please be sunny? I've got places to be and pictures to take, and the sun would help a lot.
Sincerely,
Usually A Rainy Day Fan

Dear Grad School,

Wasn't the point of you so I did not have to do the-memorize-a-million-objects exams like in undergrad anymore. Shouldn't we be above this?
Sincerely,
So Over This Upcoming Midterm

Dear Central Park,

Your trees have fruit? The apple one dropped right close to my head made a very loud thunk. Too close a call to what would have been a very painful moment. Please don't be dropping your apples next to me again. Thanks.
Love,
A Frequently Walker Along Your Paths

Dear Autumn,

Where'd you go? You were here, it was wonderful. Now you left again and the stupid hot humid air has returned. I desperately want to wear my hoodie and boots and am forced to be in shorts and a t-shirt to survive in my apartment. Its not very fun. Please, please come back.
Sincerely,
A Fall Lover

Dear Vampire Diaries Writers,

You never fail me. Well done this week. As always.
Sincerely,
Ever so Loyal and Devoted Fan.

Dear Smoker Across the Hall,

Every time I step out my apartment door I can smell your stupid cigarette. It's not pleasant. Please choose the better option in life and quit.
Sincerely,
Concerned Neighbor

Dear Punks Who Stole My Phone,

I hate you. I hope you sell it and get high from the drugs you buy and then get hit by a car. Too harsh? Oh well.
Yours truly,
Angry Girl You Randomly Attacked

Dearest Racheal,

You have the best ideas ever.
Love,
Kate

ps. I love you and miss you.