Selfless Selfie
A Selfie With Words
I’m waiting for New York to chew me up and spit me out. I really am. I know it has to happen before I can truly consider myself a New Yorker. People say that the moment you move here you are a New Yorker, but I think you have to earn it.
Having said that, I’m not really sure what I mean. I think I mean that I want to feel like I belong in the city. I believe that if a friend came to visit me here, I’d put on a front that I truly know the area like the back of my hand. Like I’ve got the place wired. But that would also make me a fraud. Because inside my head, I’d be nervous about making a wrong turn, not knowing where to take them for entertainment, and still grasping for straws about where the best local food joints are. Although I worry about this, I feel like it’s pretty universal.
While I’m still waiting for my big New York crisis, I’ll spend my days trying to find the best $1 pizza, visiting the Whitney, and figuring out my way around the East Village.