One of my best friends is coming to visit for the third time since I have lived in New York, and she is ecstatic. She already has a list of places she wants to visit (Museum of Natural History) and where she wants to eat (Amy Ruth’s). No matter what time of the year, there always seems to be a million different things to do here that I never feel like I can come close to finishing it. Just when I think I’ve tried the best places, yet another 10 open that seem intriguing. It sounds fun and all, but then it gets to be a bit exhausting. Sometimes, I just want to relax and not try anything new and rely on old favorites.