My friend Lindsay recently gchatted me with the question, “when did you know you were a REAL New Yorker?” I had to step back and think about it for a moment, because even though I moved back to NY after years in Florida by the time I was 19, I don’t think I had accepted myself as a New Yorker until two things happened.
1) I could take a thirty minute walk down Lexington Avenue and totally ignore the constant barrage of exceptionally brilliant trannies, screaming matches, beggars, street performers, and bizarre scents.
2) When my son was born here at Lenox Hill Hospital and was issued a New York birth certificate. That sort of sent it all home for me.
What about you? What was your “yup, this is home” moment in New York, LA, or anywhere else you may be calling home?
