I lived in New York City this summer and I’m pretty satisfied with what I was able to accomplish:
I lived along the edge of west Harlem and Columbia, two blocks away from the gothic Riverside Church, one block away from Riverside Park, and three blocks away from Fairway.
I went to school in midtown, spent a lot of quality open-space time at Madison Square Park, took the bus when I had free mornings and got stuck in Times Square-hell. I also sunbathed overlooking the Hudson River (and New Jersey) at Chelsea Piers.
I had “Brooklyn Holidays” where I walked a heluvalot, had brunch at the French cafe, and watched a roof-top movie once.
I ran in the rain, sunbathed on a rock at Central Park, went topless at Reese Beach, although I missed kayaking. I also went on a date to see Romeo & Juliet during Central Park’s Shakespeare in the Park series, went on another date and barhopped Tribeca, including a bottle of champaigne from the Bubble Lounge, had ice-cream at the Chinatown Ice Cream Factory.
I did not find the time to fall in Love, however, next summer perhaps?