I have been in New York for 3 weeks now. Here is a list of things I know now that I didn’t know before:
It is easy and good to take yourself out to a bar for a drink on a Thursday night. It is hard to do this three weeks in a row without getting depressed.
I miss humidity. I will stand by this statement even in the depths of an un-airconditioned July.
I can pretend to be the kind of person who is going to read the New Yorker cover to cover every week, but I am not actually that kind of person.
Fire escapes are not as good for drinking beer on as balconies, but they are excellent for spying on people.
This is harder than it looks.