They say New York chews people up and spits them out. They’re not entirely wrong. This city is intense, unforgiving, chaotic—and that’s on a good day. It tests your patience, your bank account, and often your sanity. But despite the madness (or maybe because of it), I couldn’t be happier to call this place home.
I knew what I was signing up for—and I got it.
I didn’t move here expecting ease. I wasn’t looking for comfort or quiet. I came for the energy, the ambition, the fire. I wanted to be surrounded by people chasing big dreams, even if it meant paying too much for too little space and working twice as hard to keep up. And that’s exactly what I got.
It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s real.
New York doesn’t try to be easy. It doesn’t care if you’re tired or broke or homesick. It keeps moving, with or without you. That’s what makes it hard. And that’s what makes it magic. The city forces you to meet it on its level. It demands that you grow, stretch, hustle, and show up—even when you don’t feel like it.
The easiest way I know to say it; New York definitely is not for everyone but it certainly is for me.
That's So Farley 
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