If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere...

As my friend said, she moved there because it had everything...then she moved out because it had EVERYTHING. I've had an ongoing love/hate relationship with the city for years. I first moved to NYC when I graduated college, lived in a small apartment on the Upper East Side, and lasted a month. People told me that NYC would eat me alive, and I kept picturing little pac men gobbling me up. The upper east side is particularly hard when you're broke, because you're constantly surrounded by extraordinary wealth- great brownstones, amazing restaurants, designer clothing stores. But everyone kept saying I'll come back, and two years later I did, but this time worked in the city and lived in Hoboken, a cute bedroom community in New Jersey just outside of NYC by ferry.

When I lived in Hoboken, I had the most stunning view of the city and used to say I would never grow old of it. After September 11th though, everytime I looked at the skyline of the city it would break my heart. I lost two dear friends that day and left the city two months later.