Lower Manhattan, The Upper West Side
I lived in NYC until I was 30 years old. I loved it. I thrived on it. I wasn't crazy about Stuyvesant Town, where we lived for my first few years, but I adored living in the West Village (corner of MacDougall and Waverly, for those of you who know the city).
After I moved away from my parents--even a great apartment in the west village couldn't overcome that drawback--I lived on East Seventh Street briefly before I moved to 99th Street and Broadway, one of those glorious old pre-war high-rises, where my living room as big enough to have a grand piano in the corner. I loved it. The building was primarily musicians, and my friends and I even rented a studio apartment for a while to use as a practice studio, or just as a place to get together and play music. I also worked for the Metropolitan Opera for a while, a once-in-a-lifetime job I was crazy enough to give up when I moved out of New York.
I live in Florida now, but I miss New York like crazy. Florida is much more affordable than New York, and that's why I'm here. If I ever win the lottery (big time win, no $5K deal) I'll be back to NYC in a heartbeat!