![]() ![]() ![]() Everything was suddenly up for discussion - why not question where we lived too? Moving Out Of The City To The Country In that storm of change, it felt strangely natural to be out of our regular surroundings. Other hometowns seem too slow, too calm, too complacent when compared with the city’s relentless pace and capacity for novelty.Īnd maybe I wouldn’t have left if it hadn’t been for the pandemic, and specifically the timing of the pandemic, when I was five months pregnant and already displaced by the renovation of our apartment, awash in change and facing an unknowable reality. New Yorkers like to tell themselves that other place could measure up. Where else am I going to get a real bagel? How will I live without having three bodegas within walking distance of my apartment? What would I do if I couldn’t order Nepalese takeout at 2am? Even though I grew up just outside the city and my memories were threaded with trips to the Natural History Museum and Zabar’s and the playground outside my uncle’s place near NYU, I wasn’t a real New Yorker until I moved there in my late 20s.Įven then, people told me it took ten years before you could officially consider yourself a New Yorker.īy the time I’d attained that milestone, leaving seemed unfathomable.There’s no city quite like New York, and its extremes breed a kind of clinginess among its residents. It’s a common attitude among New Yorkers, who seem to live and die by their status as natives. I used to think I would never leave the city. ![]()
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