As time goes on, more and more of my friends who came to New York from far off places are starting to hate the city, and a lot of them are making plans to leave. I've been thinking about this myself for months now, changing my mind depending on my mood and my career prospects and whatnot.But slowly yet surely most of the people I get along best with here are making motions to head elsewhere. And nothing makes somebody seriously consider their attachment to a place quite like the prospect of being left alone there.
So, after a long think (and an even longer rant/self-scolding diatribe below the cut), I've reached an honest-to-god decision.
I don't like living in New York because it makes me uncomfortable. And because of that I'm going to stay.
