Writing about New York, again

I'm probably starting to sound like a broken record, but I love living in New York City. The weeks when I work longer hours or have to run a lot of errands, I start to wonder why so many people choose to live here with the crowds and the noise. Sometimes I cannot stand being around other people, especially the rude and impatient ones. But then we going running in the park, or go out to eat, or visit something iconic and I remember exactly why we chose this place.  There is an impossible number of things to do here, and it all feels so special. So really the bad qualities are part of the good, and it all ends up being worth it.