The youthful (I won’t say young, because if reality has not bludgeoned you with maturity-making irrationality, you are still youthful) have this tendency of spilling their guts out in a mindblowing array of procedures.

My favorite it the list, prompted by some rejection, or months of frustrating busywork and no impact. The result is a reflection back on the how, why and for what of living or moving to New York City.

It gets sappy. But I like it.

I am this way, too. When I fly away from New York City, a burden does lift. But then I long to come back. I’m like the Leonardo DiCaprio of NYC residents. I’m always trying to prove myself to myself, and New York City is my version of the best testing ground for that.