Two weeks ago I moved to Astoria, located in the borough of Queens, NY, after living on the island of Manhattan for 27 years. I’ve always enjoy the convenience of living in Manhattan, but the move out to Astoria was not a big deal for me, notwithstanding the bit of Manhattan snobbery I possessed like most of my fellow island dwellers.
I’m embarrassed to say that whenever I boarded a subway train pulling in from one of the outer boroughs I used to look at the people on the train and think, “What losers, they don’t live in Manhattan.”
Now I am one of those people riding on that train, and my thinking is entirely different. Instead of considering myself and my new neighbors from Astoria as losers, when the train pulls into Manhattan I look at the people boarding the train and think, “Ha, these people have no idea of all the cool stuff going on where I live!” I feel like I am a part of some secret society where we pay half the rent of the people living in Manhattan and live in a pretty neat neighborhood.
My new neighborhood is really great, and I plan to chronicle here some of the things that make it so interesting.
Stay tuned.
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Astoria? For a moment I thought you had really moved -- to Oregon. You know how we provincials are. I am looking forward to your new perspective.
Posted by: Steve Cotton | September 05, 2009 at 09:33 AM
For the record, readers. David Leffler, my blogging partner, lives in New York. I still live in Mexico.
Posted by: jennifer rose | September 05, 2009 at 08:38 AM
I'm right behind you... Especially since there are some really good looking approachable woman on those trains that may, and I use that term rather loosely, not be insane.
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