Thoughts on Moving

People who move away from New York City usually say their new cities and lives are "just so easy". I can finally see why. 

Going through my Facebook, watching my friends back in Texas running around in tank tops and flip flops, hanging out outside with some beers...they just get in their cars and drive to work, school, and their social engagements. They are in complete control of their surroundings, the amount of time they spend somewhere, and can quickly run home for a nap without losing all the energy required to go back out. 

In New York, everyone uses the public transit. Which is something I do love about the city, but at the same time, it is incredibly draining. You are at the mercy of the trains or busses running behind, the weather in between your front foot and your timecard at work, and the traumatic yet daily occurrence of getting blasted by the smell of a poor sick person with a full-body yeast infection and elephant man sized club foot from no health insurance.

That smell sticks with you for 10 minutes. 

So by the time you make it through another day without just giving up, you really feel like you deserve a piece of cake, or ice cream, or a donut. Which is convenient because you are never more than 300 yards away from some vendor selling candied nuts, a Dunkin Donuts or Tim Hortons, or a hotdog if that is your vice. 

This city is built around catering to everyone in their moment of questioning. If a chocolate frosted donut & a hot chocolate can delay that come-to-Jesus in which you ask yourself, "why the hell do I spend my life this way?", that is another successful day in New York City.