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  • I moved to New York five years ago this weekend. I arrived in an F150 with a blue tarp covering all my belongings (which were meager, and included such college staples as a 1960s swivel chair my brother and dad deemed “the ugly chair” and an unframed poster of Jason Segel from I Love You Man that said “Pop A Squiznot”). I set out to find my bar, my coffee shop, my New York self - all the things that make a place feel like home.

Almost every place I loved in that first year has closed (which I hear is a true hallmark of an official New Yorker, just saying - shoutout to @gaelpubnyc @northernterritorybk @schillersnyc etc.). As I walked around yesterday, every little area felt like it held a memory of a version of myself that generated since I’ve been here, even if just for a week or two. 
In that first year, I was secretly afraid New York would harden me; lead me to a place of unhealthy compromise on the things most important to me. It’s so big, and even though I’d always felt at home here and pretty confident in what was important and immovable to me, I knew there was a massive possibility it could swallow me up. 
Five years later, I’ve been delighted and surprised to find that I think New York has made me more resolute, but has softened me even further; made me more malleable in what I hope are the good ways. 
A city is just a city, and wherever you go, there you are. I’m glad to be where I am, when I am, - even when I’m in the middle of the dizzying, exhilarating, hard parts of the dream that brought me here. Happy five years, you beautiful, dazzling, hot-garbage-smelling town. I love you forever. (Also a great way to mark an anniversary was provided by the awesome people at @fathersheartnyc serving up breakfast this morning - check them out and get involved!) ❤️ I moved to New York five years ago this weekend. I arrived in an F150 with a blue tarp covering all my belongings (which were meager, and included such college staples as a 1960s swivel chair my brother and dad deemed “the ugly chair” and an unframed poster of Jason Segel from I Love You Man that said “Pop A Squiznot”). I set out to find my bar, my coffee shop, my New York self - all the things that make a place feel like home. Almost every place I loved in that first year has closed (which I hear is a true hallmark of an official New Yorker, just saying - shoutout to @gaelpubnyc @northernterritorybk @schillersnyc etc.). As I walked around yesterday, every little area felt like it held a memory of a version of myself that generated since I’ve been here, even if just for a week or two. In that first year, I was secretly afraid New York would harden me; lead me to a place of unhealthy compromise on the things most important to me. It’s so big, and even though I’d always felt at home here and pretty confident in what was important and immovable to me, I knew there was a massive possibility it could swallow me up. Five years later, I’ve been delighted and surprised to find that I think New York has made me more resolute, but has softened me even further; made me more malleable in what I hope are the good ways. A city is just a city, and wherever you go, there you are. I’m glad to be where I am, when I am, - even when I’m in the middle of the dizzying, exhilarating, hard parts of the dream that brought me here. Happy five years, you beautiful, dazzling, hot-garbage-smelling town. I love you forever. (Also a great way to mark an anniversary was provided by the awesome people at @fathersheartnyc serving up breakfast this morning - check them out and get involved!) ❤️
  • I moved to New York five years ago this weekend. I arrived in an F150 with a blue tarp covering all my belongings (which were meager, and included such college staples as a 1960s swivel chair my brother and dad deemed “the ugly chair” and an unframed poster of Jason Segel from I Love You Man that said “Pop A Squiznot”). I set out to find my bar, my coffee shop, my New York self - all the things that make a place feel like home. Almost every place I loved in that first year has closed (which I hear is a true hallmark of an official New Yorker, just saying - shoutout to @gaelpubnyc @northernterritorybk @schillersnyc etc.). As I walked around yesterday, every little area felt like it held a memory of a version of myself that generated since I’ve been here, even if just for a week or two. In that first year, I was secretly afraid New York would harden me; lead me to a place of unhealthy compromise on the things most important to me. It’s so big, and even though I’d always felt at home here and pretty confident in what was important and immovable to me, I knew there was a massive possibility it could swallow me up. Five years later, I’ve been delighted and surprised to find that I think New York has made me more resolute, but has softened me even further; made me more malleable in what I hope are the good ways. A city is just a city, and wherever you go, there you are. I’m glad to be where I am, when I am, - even when I’m in the middle of the dizzying, exhilarating, hard parts of the dream that brought me here. Happy five years, you beautiful, dazzling, hot-garbage-smelling town. I love you forever. (Also a great way to mark an anniversary was provided by the awesome people at @fathersheartnyc serving up breakfast this morning - check them out and get involved!) ❤️
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