Not My District

Reflections on 10 Years in New York City

I did it! I'm a real New Yorker now right? Right??

I don't know what constitutes a "real New Yorker", but I'm certainly going to give myself a pat on the back for making it ten full years. When I showed up with my ex at 26, neither of us had never visited the city before, and we had very little idea of what to expect. The idea of failing and moving back to my parent's place in Idaho felt like a very real possibility. And yet! Here I am, many apartments, a few jobs, and one divorce and a wedding later, still calling New York City my home. To be honest, there's nowhere else I'd rather be at this point in my life.

I'm not going to pretend like I've gained a vast amount of wisdom from a single decade in the The Big Apple, but I'm going to jot down some thoughts, in no particular order, about my time here. (I will update this list as I think of new ones)