But the train goes on and we go with it.
But the train goes on and we go with it.
New York had become my campus, or so the flyers advertised. In subway stations, at museums, on trains, in taxicabs, outside restaurants, on street corners, I found myself asking the question: What makes a New Yorker?
What follows are my observations.
equal parts depressing and delicious My boyfriend has a girlfriend. I am devastated. To be fair, he doesn’t know me, despite that, undoubtedly, our souls have known each other for lifetimes. Also he is a […]