Living in New York has made me a bit too comfortable. I’m used to having everything at my fingertips, and walking to find anything I need. I’ll shamelessly admit that if the train ride is too far, or I need to cross town, which means taking several trains to arrive at my destination, I just won’t make the journey. It’s that bad. So I basically forget about the entire East Side of Manhattan. I’ve gotten so used my perfect little neighborhood, that I forget to explore anything else. I’m often made fun of, because I won’t even leave the city unless it’s by plane, with the extreme exception of visiting our besties who currently live in Jersey. Only for them, I suppose.