When I first came to New York, I completely misinterpreted this sentence. A bad day in New York is still better than a good day anywhere else. I thought this is something people say, when New York becomes too tough. Something to keep you upright, when everything around you breaks in down. Something you need, to justify – to yourself – that coming to New York was the right decision after all. I told this sentence to myself, for those reasons. When I did not have an apartment and struggled for a short time, in which I was basically homeless (my former boyfriend let me move in with him after dating just a few weeks). I told this sentence to myself, but it actually did not matter that much to me at that time.
Only when I came back, I realized the true meaning. That you would truly prefer to have these bad days back, instead of living a life of boredom. Those bad days, when you believe the whole world is against you and everything is crashing down. I would do anything to have these days back. The bad days in New York, are still exciting, and in the end turn out good, because they make you stronger.
These bad days still better than all the regular days anywhere else.