More than a year ago, I visited New York City with the intention of deciding whether I would move here That visit was full of events with friends, job interviews, examining the neighborhoods. Needless to say, it was stressful and anxiety-inducing. I was disappointed with the people, the attitude, the anonymity of the large buildings, and the cramped spaces.
Coming from San Francisco, I wanted a similar lifestyle. After all, so many New York City transplants were in San Francisco—quite often, seeking a relaxed lifestyle.
On this return, after more than 7 days in the city. Coupled with my ice cream interviewing and slow walks through neighborhoods, I loved it. And for some reason, the East Coast edge that was grating me last year was almost nearly absent. (Although as I walked down the street once, I got punched in the arm…)
Or is it because ice cream makes everyone happy? I would like to think so.