Oh! The whole reason I started the previous post was to express my irritation at New York people of whatever vintage who smilingly dismiss the idea that you might not possibly want to live there with a "you do too" or "you know you're going to." These people are my friends, but seriously, here's some advice: don't tell anyone, ever, what they "really" want to do, because you sound like the smuggest, most pig-ignorant prick on earth. You might as well be saying, "Don't tase me, bro."
I used to sell hologram bolo ties at the Mall of America