Everyone walks around the same streets, uses the same trains, deals with the same crappy landlords and drinks their sorrows in the same overpriced bars. But everyone has a different New York and you don’t get it.
365 days later you finally catch on to the magic; the beauty of it.
The city belongs to everyone and no one at all.
There’s a sense of belonging even when you’re traveling alone.
You own nothing, you’re never really owed anything and very rarely you give back. But if you’re a New Yorker, you still walk around claiming streets, apartments, restaurants. Sometimes even people.
Inspired by Pete, 21, on his first year anniversary in New York.