My brain makes no sense on a regular basis, so no worries!

If someone had asked me a few years ago if I'd even consider moving to a big city, I'd have looked at them as though they were insane. But since I've started to spend a disturbing amount of time there, I think I've realised it's not necessarily the city that I don't like (I don't love them either...) but rather, my city. Philadelphia doesn't do a thing for me, and the more I can avoid it, the better. New York on the other hand, I feel alive there.