Well my family was from Brooklyn since way back and half of ‘em went West or South. We all romanticize NY though way out of proportion. When I’m away, I’ll see a Woody Allen flick and I’m like, yes that’s it! But then I remember that it’s just a fantasy like Hollywood. But it does lend itself to some amazing energy and fantasy. There is nowhere on earth that offers everything that NY does. And I still find I have to defend her like an older brother. It’s the manic materialism I can do without at this stage. A one bedroom apartment should not cost 750,000 dollars, I don’t care what anyone says. And if you are a multimillionare and have the penthouse or prewar Brownstone and house in Southhampton? Well my God, you’ve got it all, but for the rest of us slobs, like me, it can just become drudgery. I want some peace and natural beauty again. There’s something about it that just gets in your blood-good and bad. The pace is pretty unnecessary outside of the Tri state and if you can slooow down, maybe northern CA mountains or Phoenix, AZ, it’s not half bad to breathe and get stupid. :)