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.
Holding onto garbage- If they had as few garbage cans in New York City as they do in Japan, the streets would be filled with filth (not that it’s spick and span to begin with or anything…) But for some reason, streets in Japan remain spotless even though sometimes, I go for hours without finding a garbage can.
You have unconscious cultural biases. You might think you’re less prone to cultural bias as a result of being well travelled and/or growing up in a multicultural city, but it’s not until you live abroad that your cultural biases are challenged.
Whether it be college, a new job, or a spontaneous move, many people find themselves carving out a life for themselves in a new place, with new people. Home may be where the heart is, as the saying goes, but what about those of us whose hearts are torn between more than one place?
One of the most descriptive things I can say about my family is that they have trouble letting go of anything.
Hook up with someone who has a nice place What? Don’t act like you’ve never slept with someone because you were impressed with everything they had going on. It’s called desire, hon.
“It’s the little disgusting things that make you wonder if you miss a place.”
My whole life, I’ve been programmed to move, to move on, and to build, and to move again. … And so the cycle repeats itself. I’ve always seen it as a blessing.