Find a New Yorker that feels the way you do that would like to trade places with me. I’d love to ditch the cars, the lawn (especially the lawn), and even the washing machine. Hell what I love most about traveling is that the hotel picks up your clothing, dry cleans it, and brings it back that afternoon. Damn skippy I’d like to make that a daily routine. Washing machines just equal drudgery, not freedom.
“Find a New Yorker that feels the way you do that would like to trade places with me.”
Refer to cognitive dissonance,, of course i won’t find one. They are all happy to live like children. And here’s the good news,,you don’t have to find someone trade! If it’s so awesome,,,,
I know your game, seen lots of New Yorkers talk like you. Always telling how wonderful it is there. They talk like they are in a hurry to get home, but never *act* like it.