Unless you enjoy trash and being ripped off, then by all means, move on over.
The Big Apple sure is a magical place to vacation–museums straight out of the movies, dazzling Broadway shows starring what’s-her-name-again? from that-one-pop-band, and glittering Christmas lights on Fifth Avenue. It’s no wonder millions fall in love with it at first sight, myself included.
But like a holiday fling, things turned sour the moment I signed along that dotted line and committed to a full year living in Brooklyn and working in Manhattan. Now, I could list all the things I loved about our whirlwind relationship…but you’ve heard them all before (re: a certain J-Lo-led romantic comedy). Let’s be real. New York is also a stinking pile of crap, blown into a fan-like clockwork day in, day out. When crap hits the fan, divorce is imminent. For those flirting with the idea of moving back, stop immediately. Don’t let Jenny from the block seduce you (oh lord, give us strength!), not post-pandemic, not ever. Here’s a friendly reminder of what drove me insane.