Every time I go back to New York City I grow to enjoy it a bit more. On my first real trip over in adulthood, I felt like a fish out of water. Piggybacking on a popular ski town insult denoting ineptitude on the mountain, my boss labeled me an “urban gaper” due to my palpable discomfort in the Big Apple. Now I’ve got the subway lines memorized, can keep up with the freakish walking speed of the locals, and can genuinely enjoy the sheer insanity that makes this city so special. Plus, the Hypoxico office is in the middle of Manhattan and my visits are always highly productive and stimulating from a professional perspective.