I'm at the Indy airport, awaiting my flight to New York City. Before the advent of anti-anxiety medications, I hated NYC, so much so that I would avoid traveling there at almost any cost. When I could not avoid going, I sometimes managed to arrive and depart the same day.
Over the past several years, my dread of NYC has lessened; I've even managed to enjoy myself there on occasion. It's still far from my favorite big city to visit - it doesn't hold a candle to London or Paris - but now I can find some pleasure in roaming the streets of lower Manhattan (assuming I can endure the cab ride into town from LaGuardia).