These are a few of my favorite things....

NYC is an intense place to inhabit, however, the city challenges me to push my limits to achieve things I have only dreamed of achieving, both personally and professionally.   As some of you know, I have a stubborn streak and when I want to get somewhere, I want to get to that somewhere NOW.  Well, in NYC, I have had to learn (and somedays relearn) that I am on NYC's time clock.  What is this NYC time clock?  Well, its the massive traffic jams when the UN is in session and all who are important in the world reside within 5 blocks of my office, the 6 subway train that is the "local" north/south train all of a sudden becomes express at Grand Central and the only way to know that is to listen to the kind and soothing female automated voice informing me "the next stop is 14th street".  I less than politely ask this automated voice, "Soooo what happened to the definition of local and the existence of the 33rd, 28th, and 23st stops??"  Of course I don't get an answer, so I leap off the train just shy of the closing doors and I feel myself looking back over my shoulder to give the subway train the look of death.   To sum it up, I am not getting anywhere in the time frame I wanted to.  I have also learned to push my "personal space" boundaries.  In NYC, there is no 3 feet courtesy rule.  Most days, I am happy if I don't have someone's backpack shoved into me or someone relieving himself on the train.  See... I am growing!!  This brings me to what I love most about this city.  This morning I was taking the 1st ferry back to Hoboken from NYC, so I walked to the ferry bus stop with my yummy Gingerbread Latte in hand.  There were a few tourists, which I find really enjoyable on a Sunday morning (to all who think I dislike all tourists... you are wrong!!), available taxis, enough room to walk on the sidewalk without challenging the oncoming sidewalk traffic, and a smile on my face.  I love the city on a Sunday morning.  I love the peace that ironically exists in the city that never sleeps.  For a moment, I fall in love with the city.  For a moment, I don't want to be anywhere else.  For a moment, I call NYC my home.