Xmastime blogging hero Andrew Sullivan has moved to New York City, presumably because I'm now gone,
and fucking hates it so far:
Just to walk a few blocks requires barging your way through a melee
of noise and rudeness and madness. And a glance at your bank account
shows a giant sucking sound as the city effectively robs you of all your
pennies at every juncture. When you're there for a few days or a week,
it can be bracing. But living with this as a daily fact of life? How
does anyone manage it?
I'm told I should give it a few months. Since our lease is for
twelve, I don't have much choice. Adjustment to NYC is a process. A
really long, exasperating, draining process. Do you just have to harden
yourself to live as if this is normal? Or will it get better? Please
tell me it gets better.
I emailed him and consoled him that yes, it gets better. That I moved there with $7 and no job, was ground into dust, and then
cried my eyes out when leaving 15 years later, and there'll come a time when you'll wonder how people live anywhere else.
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