I sometimes forget that I live in New York. I don’t mean that I forget where my apartment is or anything like that, I mean I get up after snoozing the alarm one time too many, I trek to the subway, I get to work, I trek back to the subway and I go home. This doesn’t sound very fun does it? When I was in high school in the middle of nowhere NJ I dreamed of one day living in New York. It was so glamorous and cool and fun to visit. NY is still all that, I just don’t take advantage of it. I need to remember to stop and smell the roses or as the case may be, look at the skyscrapers or drink a martini at the uber cool place to be of the moment, or go to one of the many museums or well you get the idea.