And I went to New York and died; for 10 years I walked those pavements. I can't think of New York without feeling uncomfortable and feeling like a failure.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
All my life, I never really felt comfortable anywhere in New York, except maybe in an apartment somewhere.
I loved New York, but I never quite felt like New York was my home either.
I lived in New York for five years; I've lived in Barcelona, Rome, and Paris at different times. When I was 18, I was dying to live in a city.
I'd been living on the streets of New York, and I was sleeping at my friends' houses, sometimes in the subway.
I love New York. I first came here with my Mom when I was in 9th grade. I took the subway for the first time and the doors closed between me and my Mom, and I was so scared. I could see her through the window and I didn't know what to do. I got off at the next stop and she caught up to me, but I couldn't stop crying.
I went to New York for the first time when I was in college for a school trip and, uh, it did not appeal to me. It was too much hustle and bustle. And I have since now found a New York where if I lived there now, I know where I would want to live.
New York is the only city that I have ever lived in that I have felt at home.
I love just walking around New York. It's like a whole world in one place.
I was lusted after walking down the streets of New York.
I am more of a New Yorker than ever and just actually, sometimes I fantasize about living somewhere else, where it's maybe not quite so crowded or stressful, blah, blah, blah and after September 11th, I guess I could just not imagine living anywhere else.