People here eat Dominos, Pizza Hut and Little Ceaser’s like its good pizza (ITS NOT).
You’ve started to forget what places other than your own city or town look like.
I refuse to let being scared get the best of me. I’ve done that in the past and have missed out on various opportunities. I want to live, be free and stop being so darn afraid of my own shadow.
You actually begin to miss that over-priced, over-crowded, mediocre pub you and your friends spent every weekend at
Living in a new place will not give us new qualities. Unless we completely erase our memories, we cannot have a blank slate, just a new page.
Yards. They exist.
When you come from a town where everything is closed by 10 p.m., the idea of late night shopping is mind-blowing.
Being asked where you’re from is like a difficult trivia question.
I look at NYC like this: hyped up.
Don’t prepare, just go.