Yesterday, I figured out why NYC is so good for me: It feeds my soul. As I sauntered through Columbus Circle, the bumble-bee taxis buzzing around, New Yorkers whisking from Coach to Whole Foods, my soul felt replenished.

That’s the thing about my soul. I’m not always sure what it needs until it has it. But now that I’m around culture and people who are striving to better themselves, I feel fed. The larger-than-life edifices that…