Amazing long weekend in NYC: city of energy, creativity, dreamers. As I walked with the throngs of people, enjoying the crisp spring air, listening to all the different languages spoken, seeking out quiet spots to read and be alone, I felt intense regret for not moving here as a fresh 22 year old. Who knows if I was good enough, or driven enough to make it, but NYC is where I should have tried. I guess at its best, regret doesn’t depress you, but makes you redirect energy towards those dreams that you’ve neglected.
