I’m incredibly jealous of people that can leave this hustle&bustle, aggressive, fight-tooth-and-nail-for-everything-you want environment and go home.
This is my home.
It is similar to the way I sometimes want to feel the thrill, excitement and fear someone has inside of their chest the first time they come to NYC. They all have their “first time here” stories and “can’t believe I saw that” quip.
I have the sarcastic, been there done that mentality (forever)