Walking around the streets of New York City yesterday, attending to my daily duties, I couldn't help but think it must be nice to live in Los Angeles.
New Yorkers are a very special type of people. We have to have so many things things going on at any given moment just to keep our craziness at bay, if the weather were nice, it would be one less thing on that list.
On top of the over crowded subway, buses, and streets; the over priced food, rent, and taxi cabs; running into your ex randomly in a city filled with 12 million people; having 4 therapists including two bartenders; going to work with yet another hang-over on 3 hours of sleep because the bars are open just so damn late; your landlord hasn't fixed that leak in your sink for 8 months;
As if that weren't enough, we're forced to walk 3/4 mile in 27 degrees with 18mph winds while talking to your mother on the phone -who could never even come close to comprehending walking that far in the cold unless held at gunpoint….. All just to pick up a dozen eggs
I wouldn't trade it for the world.
New York City, I love you.
Published on January 04, 2012 08:23