I was starting to like NYC, and then I paid $30 to bring a cake into a restaurant for my friend’s birthday.

I was starting to like NYC, and then I was packed like a sardine on the subway for an hour with my hands clenched around a grocery bag with sweat dripping down my back.

I was starting to like NYC, and then I had to transfer on three different lines to get to the West side.

I was starting to like NYC, and then I went to a cafe on a Sunday and couldn’t find a place to sit.

I was starting to like NYC, then my subway stop was closed adding a 10 minute walk.

I lamented.

And then I realized, my blessings far exceed, in a ridiculous comparison, any minor inconveniences.

It’s a Sunday.

You’re in NYC.