As a California transplant in the Big Apple, there are just some truths and lies about this city–famed and defamed across the globe–that I would like to address. I’ll be adding to the list.
New Yorkers are cranky: False.
I am more cranky than most New Yorkers, and I’m from California. There have been just a few times when, for example, I’ve been carrying bags down a subway staircase and someone has not offered me help.
New York has excellent public transportation: True.
If I could draw little hearts and flowers around the word “subway” a few lines above, I would.
New York is a great place to have a dog. Or a family: False and false.
One word: snowbanks. To add to the garbage that is unceremoniously piled in the street rather than chucked in bins and carted to the sidewalk in a civilized manner and the gritty, grey snow topping the garbage, your little teacup chihuahua’s yellow drizzle on the remaining white snow is disgusting. And said chihuahua’s pink snow shoes get on my nerves, too.
As for the family, I don’t mean to hate on people raising their family in this city, I just wouldn’t trade my childhood running around in rural California and knowing everyone in my small town for anything.
There is no green space: False.
I live between Riverside Park and Central Park, and both provide verdant escapes from city life. But neither beat the unadulterated natural beauty of Inwood Hill Park (in Manhattan’s northernmost neighborhood of Inwood).
The cost of living is extortionate and living space is very small: True.
I live in a 15 x 9 ft. room that I have affectionately nicknamed my “cubby” and it costs me $800 a month.
There are people here from everywhere: True.
And all their awesome food. I’m going to try a Dominican sushi fusion restaurant at my earliest opportunity. And if you want to know where in New York City all those fabulous people are from, check this out. You might notice, though, that the Department of City Planning doesn’t track Native Americans.
I’ll be back with more. For now, I’m off to revise a draft of my master’s project. I’ve never been more thrilled about finally having a working draft. In the meantime, feel free to add more NYC truths and lies (or opinions) in the comments.
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