New York City reminds me of Dodge Ball. You are constantly trying to dodge something. You are always running around because walking is never fast enough. Your stress level is consistently at a high and inevitably, you get hit in the face and it really hurts. It is a nonstop competition for everything. Parking spots, train seats, apartments, preschools, seats at Starbucks, etc. It never ends! Even the homeless people have to be creative about getting money. They can't just be without a home.
Luckily, I've outgrown Dodge Ball. (Aside from the movie, which was hilarious, if you're an adult and you play Dodge Ball, I will liken you to the rich NYC kid, who gets an allowance and a paid-for high rise apartment in Manhattan.) Lately, I feel like I've outgrown NYC. I've been here 12 years now because I've always thought, "There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Oh really, Julie? Where have you even been?
This may just be a phase and I'm venting and next week I will go back to thinking, "NYC is the best city in the world. I can't imagine being anywhere else," but right now, the idea that I could live anywhere I want is hard to get out of my head.