Mar 31, 2025 - We had just walked across the Brooklyn bridge. My husband opened the door for me to a cute restaurant we found overlooking the water. As we sat down, I realized my feet were tired, and my hair was wind-blown- but I could care less! We were in NYC! “Welcome, where are you guys from?” Our waiter asked. We told him Texas and proceeded to ask where he was from. “Sadly, here.” He said, with a look of disappointment. Coud it really be that bad to live here? I thought to myself. After we were done eating, we headed
