"There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New Yrok of the cummuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something ….Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion."
When I read that in the subway one day on my way to one New York Event or another, it made me really happy to be in New York. To feel like even me, a girl from Nebraska, has a place in this grand city. Grand it is, perfect it is not. But that doesn't make me love it less.