A tale of the grass being greener
By
Dave Winer on Saturday, April 07, 2012 at 1:20 PM.
Wish I was over there where the grass is greener. 
When I lived in Berkeley I dreamed of living in NY, if only for the walking. Every day I could walk some place different. There are so many places. Imagining the grid of streets and all the variety it offered. In Berkeley, there weren't so many long walks one could take without thinking about it or ending up on a very steep hill. So I pretty much stuck to one or two trails. It's so much easier than inventing a new place to walk to every day.
So now I've lived in NYC for over two years, and have lived in three different neighborhoods, and while yes -- there is a lot of variety, the city comes with its own set of peeves that one won't find, for example, in Berkeley. Here's the biggest one of all.
People!
Every where you go there are huge numbers of them. And most of them aren't paying attention. So they walk into you. Literally. I'm not kidding. Every day someone walks into me. Even though I'm working my ass off to avoid them, sooner or later someone finds a way around my defenses, and wham -- football size hit.
I'm worried because I'm such a large human, that one of these people will be hurt and blame me for it.
That's the story that goes through my head at least.
All of which takes me out of my zone, and I rarely get the good thinking I used to get done on my California walks.
I'm old enough and wise enough to know that moving won't fix this. The movement has to take place inside me. Ahhh yes. I know. But that's not how it feels. 
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