Do not get me wrong – I love going to New York to visit my friends and family, and I visit a few times every year, but man, I cannot stand that city. Please let me explain.
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I was in New York City the past four days visiting friends from college after spending the night on Long Island Saturday with my Grandma. I was sleeping on the sleep sofa of my friend’s, Dave and Dave (easily distinguishable for this post as DK and Ddubs), sofa. Their apartment, which is actually surprisingly nice for a (relatively) cheap New York apartment, is on the sixth floor of a building that is next door to the Four Seasons Hotel in Midtown. With a location like that, you would think that the normal New York “quirks” (you know, towers of trash bags on the sidewalks at night, trucks and buses honking at all hours of the night, etc.) wouldn’t be as prevalent. I was wrong.
