What it means to be a New Yorker
Kitty over at NY Portraits has a great site, writing about life in New York. Her recent post "On Being a New Yorkers" is a great account of how to judge a true New Yorker. Her claim: no one can live here a year and be considered a New Yorker. I'll always consider my dad a New Yorker, despite the fact that he hasn't lived here for 40 years or so.
Here are a few reasons of why I claim the title:
- Since 1995 (when I moved from Long Island) I've had 9 different apartments
- 7 of those were in the first 5 years
- I've lived on floors 6, 5, 2, 1, and two basements.
- I've lived in Brooklyn, Queens and Manhattan. My wife holds the Bronx card. I'm pretty sure that covers all bases.
- With a misty eye, I recall my very first roach (and the girlish squeal that followed)
- I've done Times Square on New Year's Eve enough to know it's not worth it more than once.
- First night out drinking was in this great city, followed by my first hangover
- I've had a bedroom that fit a bed and not an inch more
- I never use shopping carts
- I never buy garbage bags
- I've eaten my weight in recession specials.
- I can't get enough of the brunch
- I've got my bar, with $7 pitchers of Stella
- I have seen shops replace shops that replaced shops in my neighborhood. (ie. 73rd and B'way: Food Emporium -> Gristedes -> Loehmans).
- I know that my stand-by restaurant (West Side Brewery) will close one day and I will go into a serious depression.
- I can't look at NY photos and films without trying to find out from where they were shot
- I do have a driver's license (yet I'm a lousy parallel-parker)
- I rarely pay for coffee
- I don't go to clubs
- I haven't seen many plays or musicals
- I avoid art galleries
- I'm not political
- I don't go to the gym
- I don't have a small dog in my bag
- I've never been mugged or hustled
Living in New York City, we renters are used to cramming our lives into tiny spaces, but this guy wins the price for smallest diggs. It doesn't hurt that they're beautiful as well!










