I know most of us are biased, but Boston as a city and a place to live is an order of magnitude better than New York. New York just feels cold. Like steel and glass and asphalt.
Boston has so much more character and history.
I don't know if this would impress Soto, but there's a sweet poem by George Starbuck, who both studied and taught at B.U. (I was one of his students).
The Unhurried Traveler in Boston
Out West, how unambiguous:
Avenues march in rigorous
Gridirons like an overplus
Of plusses commandeering us
Into some homogeneous
Equation.
Here, how out-of-hand:
Alleys John Winthrop's cattle planned
Meander like an ampersand,
Their only gesture of command
A quaint, unmonitory "and."
How hard, in fact, to get well lost in
Omaha, Sacramento, Austin.
How simply effortless in Boston.