As a native New Yorker I have to admit it chafes a little bit when your boss decides you have to move to Southern California. Even when your best friend in the world is here. (Hey, Buck.) There are just so many things that California does not have. Public transit. Seasons. And no disrespect, California, but you wouldn't know a good pizza if it bit you on your ass--and good pizza definitely bites you on your ass.
Also, I still haven't forgiven you for stealing the Brooklyn Dodgers. I don't care if it was 70 years ago. What kind of Brooklynite would I be if I forgave a thing like that?
Anyway. It's that other Brooklyn guy's fault that I'm signed up for this thing. What self-respecting 20-something guy needs to talk about his dreams in some online community? This one, apparently.