After close to three years I have finally begun to understand my relationship with the city of New York. Ours has been a tumultuous romance filled with many highs and lows. After all of the trials and tribulations that I have shared with the city, I have finally come to a conclusion, I love New York. Many who know me and my checkered past with this great city might be in shock hearing this revelation. But like most great love stories our relationship is not that simple. Yes, I love New York, I do not however, love living in New York.
You may be asking, "Well what exactly does that mean?"
Let me explain. I love almost everything about New York. The food, the culture, the history, the subways. New York has so many things to offer. Music, comedy, theater, sports, nightlife... anything that you could want to do you can do in New York City.
So what is the problem?
I think New York might be my favorite city in the world (or at least a close second to Barcelona).....to visit. The problem is living here. This place gets to me. It is crowded. It is cold. It is hot and humid. It is loud. It is smelly. You never have a moment to yourself. It makes me want to scream, but there is no place to scream. You are never by yourself. Even at home you are surrounded on all sides by your neighbors, who would not react well to a rage filled scream emanating from the apartment downstairs. I am not a high strung person, but New York can put me on edge. Not all the time, not even most of the time, but it does get to me.
And for the privilege of participating in this madness I get the pleasure of paying $1275 a month for a studio apartment and an hour long commute that covers a grand total of 12 miles.
So while I do love NY, and I really do love it, I know that ultimately NYC is not the best place for me. It has taken me almost three years to come to this realization, I love New York, I just do not like living here.
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You are the cutest thing in the world. I will try to get you out of here :o)
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