On The Platform In Trenton On The Northeast Corridor Line, I’m In A SEPTA State Of Mind

Welcome to New York, where even our unrelentingly bubbly and indefatigably upbeat real estate professionals get burned out and consider about leaving:

So it was that wonderful week between Christmas and New Years I spent with family and old friends at home: morning walks with my dog along the Delaware River; going to parties with my younger brothers on small cobblestone streets in Philadelphia; breakfast with my mom, and puzzles with my dad. I can’t help but ask myself: Can I come back now? Can I set up a life here and make it my new old home? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a yard, a house, an upstairs or just some goddamned space in which to think and move?

No one moves to New York to fall in love or to build a home.