My feelings on NYC so far (6 months in). The best part about this city is the infinite number of places to explore. Traveling is by far my favorite thing to do, and it feels like I'm doing just that by getting off at a new subway stop. I simultaneously hate and love the plethora of things to do here. I have seen so many great shows of different varieties (I really like stand-up comedy) and been to really cool places. But at times, I find myself overwhelmed with options, succumbing to disintermediation, and just hanging out at the campus bar (it is super cheap).
I am a voracious reader (although I have had to ease up on pleasure reading due to school work). Admittedly, I have yet to make it through a Russian novel. I've tried, and I'm usually not a book-quitter, but I have not endured. I do love modern/post-modern American literature, and German literature. Just finished A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers, currently reading The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen.
A few interesting things I have done: scuba diving with hammerhead sharks, swimming in the amazon river, breaking my neck (I'm fine), partying in the whale room at AMNH, bombing little kids bikes down big hills.