a few observations about nyc after five months in the uk:
new york smells bad.
new york is so loud.
paris metro > london tube > nyc subway
(did i do that right? i remember the mouth eats the bigger/better thing....i think)
(ok just in case: new york is the worst. i'm no urban planner or whatever it's called but seriously, let's get it together, mta.)
people, myself included, have no shame in public: i witnessed so many angry/tearful/crazy/funny cell phone conversations in our first 24 hours and i was like "wow. people in london DID NOT broadcast their private lives like that." at first i was a little surprised and then i remembered the time i missed the megabus to go home to see my dad sing and i was in literal hysterics on the corner of 34th st and 8th ave on the phone with my mother...wish i could say it's the only time it's happened but that would be a lie.
and
new york is my home and i love it so.
(photo from here...someone please buy me everything in this shop)
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