I have a fear/fascination* relationship with New York. It seems like a wonderful place, but there's that whole "if you can make it there" thing. It seems like it would be go big I'd just vanish like a drop in a bucket. At the same time, I spent many hours in high school in the library reading The Village Voice cover to cover, awestruck at the sheer number of things happening there. (Also, rather than Seinfeld, I really liked New York as presented in Mad About You.)

* I almost said "love/hate", but that's not really it at all.