The shit part(s) about New York

I golfed with an old friend of mine and one of his friends this past weekend perhaps for my last time during my short 2 month stint in New York. Both are from California like myself and naturally we talked a lot about living in New York.

I’ve written a lot about how amazing the city can be at times. The people, the energy and drive is unparalleled anywhere in the world. You have to be a pretty boring person to be bored in New York City. I’m convinced of that.

Of course, it’s not always rosey living out here. Everything just feels a lot harder often.

Getting out to a golf course is at least an unrelaxing hour away. Even hitting the driving range at Chelsea Piers becomes a 2 hour chore. Finding nature and getting out the hustle and bustle is a huge pain and perhaps many trains away.

While the abundance of restaurants is amazing and no one can deny NY is the food center of the world, finding a reservation on a Friday or Saturday night becomes a whole ordeal if you didn’t plan weeks in advance.

Perhaps the most tolling part about the city is the exhaustion. Whenever people ask me about my life in SF versus NY, I always mention that my quality of life is way better in SF but my excitement level is much lower. I sleep more, I relax more, I’m out in nature more, but of course there’s much less to do on a day to day basis.

I’ve really enjoyed my time out here for the past 6 weeks and I’m looking forward to enjoying my last 2 weeks here, but I’m also ready for a change of pace. I miss the chill west coast right about now.