Happy Thursday <<First Name>>!
I moved to New York when I was 22 years old, and I thought the city was the answer to all my problems. Now, I sometimes think it's the source of them. Other than my parents, New York is my longest relationship, and the city's starting to wear on my nerves. You probably figured that out from my essay (read: rant) about the MTA two weeks ago. But it's bigger than the crumbling subway system. My life is changing for the better, and I'm not sure I can say the same about New York City. In this week's essay, I'm exploring whether NY is still home or if it's time to head somewhere else. What do you think?
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