Basically this boils down to the Traffic Test: “Do I like hanging out with you so much that if we’re driving somewhere I would welcome being stuck in traffic so we could spend more time together?” If you dissect this a bit more, I think the component pieces are:... (more)
You, and you alone, are in charge of your own happiness. You can’t expect to be loved by someone else if you don’t love yourself.
It’s been a year and a half since I moved away from New York, but anytime anyone—be it friend, acquaintance, or stranger—mentions that they live, have lived, or know someone who lives in the city, I can’t resist asking, “Oh, what neighborhood?”
I hope the answer is somewhere in Manhattan (or Br... (more)