It was amazing at first! He worked in film, took in the lights and the noise and the wonder, and he discovered a whole new world of bars and restaurants and stores and parks and museums.
As time went on, though, reality started to creep in. His friends and roomates got bored with exploring, work started to crush his soul (as work tends to do) and he found himself either at the same bar, or stuck behind his TV, night after night, missing the magic the city once held.
On the cold, early walks to work, he'd ask himself, "what happened to those days exploring central park? Why didn't I find the best beer bar? What happened to taking the train to Coney Island, or the gondola to Roosevelt Island?"
He realized he was letting everyday life win the battle for his soul.
"No more!" He exclaimed, randomly, not garnering any reaction from the other riders of the N train, used to far worse unsolicited declarations.
From that day forward, the man vowed to work for the glory, along with the money. He vowed to get out of his postage stamp of an apartment to explore, to experience, to gawk and stare. Take the train, go for a drive, meet new and interesting people to share the awesome!