For 12 years, New York City couldn't find a way to give me:
- A screened-in porch
- A window in the bathroom
- A car
- A boyfriend
- A morning when I could walk without limping (thanks to humidity, flip flops, hangovers...)
- A starry night sky
- A bedroom
- A pet that's not an unwelcome mouse
- A sense of meaning
You have to put a lot into New York in order to get anything out of it. A good cup of coffee, a fun night out on the town, a job in your industry of choice - all of these things come at a cost. These things can drain your bank account as well as your soul. And sometimes you're left asking the timeless question, "What have you done for me lately?"
I'm hoping a trial separation will improve my relationship with the City, but according to this week's issue of Time Out New York, I'm probably ready to go.