Instead of your commute killing you, the gloomy, bitterly cold weather in the Northeast will be killing you half of the year.
My commute is longer but takes me long hills and perfectly sunny days, along with seating on the BART.
In NY, it was usually either cold, rainy, or humid and hot (spring/fall being the very brief exceptions). And if you've ever had to suffer the NY subway during the summer you really feel like dying.
One week of perfection? Really?