A few weeks back, I went to New York on a work trip and wow. I got the chance to eat my way through the city, enjoy happy hour each evening, cross a few physical + metaphorical bridges and run into friends from college past. I loved New York. Do I want to move here? I pondered the thought, but I still feel right in SF. BUT—I see the appeal of life in NYC. And I want to come back. I know I will be back. And when that time comes, I know it will be another period of all play, all work and little sleep.