In New York for three days looking at apartments. Hanging with the Chap and Rockaway. The average price per square foot in America right now is $91 per square foot. That is considered very high. In Manhattan the average price is $900 per square foot. Just for perspective. Its unreal. Ten times the national average. People are standing in line around the block to buy a 400 square foot studio apartment with no bedroom for $400,000. It is fucking hilarious. Made even more hilarious by the fact that I am seriously considering the same thing. but nothing is like New York. It is the everywhere and the everything. the girls are so nice and friendly. Everyone is really. This isn't the New York of our parents generation. Everyone walks around on cloud nine. Happily grumpy so to speak. Or perhaps grumpily happy. for as exciting and wonderful as it is, life in New York still has its challenges. As a cabbie yesterday eagerly explained to me about the virtues of Miami, “Why would you want to move from paradise to this? Look at all this traffic man! And the weather! Look at this rain!” He was right. New York had been soggy and gloomy for two days now. dark and dreary. But somehow that didn't seem to affect people too much.