Living in a big city you see a lot of things you wouldn't see any place else. And New York has it all. Let's start with the people. I think the movie Men In Black was skimming the truth when they came up with the analogy that New York, specifically Manhattan, was the layover stop in intergalactic travel. Where aliens of all different shapes and sizes would live, disguised as humans. Well, I don't think they were too far off.
New York has some of the most interesting characters. The caliber of people who live in New York... you wont really find anywhere else in the world.
Coming from sunny, Northern California where everyone is seemingly nice and friendly I had a lot of "skin thickening" to do.
I can remember one of my first days in New York, it was raining. I was on 46th and 6th Ave, just about to cross the street (Illegally of course, since that is what New Yorkers do. Heaven forbid they lose a minute of their lives by standing and waiting for the little lit up walking guy sign... but alas, time is money in New York. So When in Rome... well, in this case... When in New York, do as the New Yorker's do.) and just as I stepped off the curb to cross the street, this truck came whirling around the corner... Luckily I was able to escape being flattened into a little blonde pancake but not lucky enough to escape the warm, ever so friendly New York welcome; The driver stuck her arm (yes, it was a woman) out the window and not only flipped me the bird but yelled at me to "Get the @#$% out of the way!!" I almost cried. I could feel the tears welling up. But I didn't. Nope! Because Big Girls Don't Cry, especially here in New York City, and I was an adult. So I put on my big girl panties, looked both ways and crossed the street.
I've always said that the difference between L.A. and New York is that in L.A. people would say, "Oh I love your sweater" to your face and then proceed to talk about you behind your back about how much they hated your sweater. However, in New York people will just tell you to your face how much they HATE your sweater. I guess you really have to respect the directness of the East Coast. But coming from California myself, I have NO problem with the sugar and spice and everything nice attitude every once and a while. Perhaps New York can take a few pointers from the West Coast.
It's ok to be nice New York. You wont burst into flames... promise.
New York has some of the most interesting characters. The caliber of people who live in New York... you wont really find anywhere else in the world.
Coming from sunny, Northern California where everyone is seemingly nice and friendly I had a lot of "skin thickening" to do.
I can remember one of my first days in New York, it was raining. I was on 46th and 6th Ave, just about to cross the street (Illegally of course, since that is what New Yorkers do. Heaven forbid they lose a minute of their lives by standing and waiting for the little lit up walking guy sign... but alas, time is money in New York. So When in Rome... well, in this case... When in New York, do as the New Yorker's do.) and just as I stepped off the curb to cross the street, this truck came whirling around the corner... Luckily I was able to escape being flattened into a little blonde pancake but not lucky enough to escape the warm, ever so friendly New York welcome; The driver stuck her arm (yes, it was a woman) out the window and not only flipped me the bird but yelled at me to "Get the @#$% out of the way!!" I almost cried. I could feel the tears welling up. But I didn't. Nope! Because Big Girls Don't Cry, especially here in New York City, and I was an adult. So I put on my big girl panties, looked both ways and crossed the street.
I've always said that the difference between L.A. and New York is that in L.A. people would say, "Oh I love your sweater" to your face and then proceed to talk about you behind your back about how much they hated your sweater. However, in New York people will just tell you to your face how much they HATE your sweater. I guess you really have to respect the directness of the East Coast. But coming from California myself, I have NO problem with the sugar and spice and everything nice attitude every once and a while. Perhaps New York can take a few pointers from the West Coast.
It's ok to be nice New York. You wont burst into flames... promise.
