I'm back on the road again - and every journey begins with an obligatory image of the view out of an airplane window from my 15-hour flight to Asia. This is the view over the city of Hong Kong at around 8pm.
“Eventually your life in New York will seem so far away and sometimes you’ll even wonder if it really happened. Don’t worry. It did.”
Move here when you’re 18 or 22, maybe even 24. Come from somewhere else-the north, south, west, Xanadu- and come to realize that everyone living in New York is a transplant. Even the ones who grew up on the Upper East Side end up moving into a place downtown, which, as you’ll soon discover, is like moving to a different city.
Discover the cruel and bizarre world of New York City real estate. End up spending an obscene amount of money on something called a broker’s fee, first and last month’s rent and a security deposit. Cry a little bit in the leasing office but remind yourself that you’re so happy to be here.
Picture hearing a man playing the saxophone outside your bedroom window. End up hearing a lot of sirens instead. Figure it’s okay because it’s New York and you’re still so happy to be here.
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