I *really* like this essay. Read it, mull it over. It was written over a decade ago but it feels really true.
Every time I come back to NYC it feels more and more like home.
I thought this would abate but it's only gotten more and more pronounced the more trips I take away.
I think the moment I realized I was a New Yorker was when I was pissed that my neighborhood in Bushwick was being gentrified more and more rapidly...
pot calling the kettle black to some extent I guess :)
Do you feel like a New Yorker? When did that happen?