I arrive in New York on October 15, 1975. On my own, by the way.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
So that when I came to New York again, it was, I'm not too sure right now, but it was '74 or '75. I went to Miami in '74 and then I came to New York, I think, at the end of '74.
I started coming up to New York at age 17. There was a girl I met over the summer somewhere; I was chasing her. I would drive up to D.C., where I had made some friends, which was about four hours away, and we would take the bus up to New York.
I came to New York late; I was already past 30.
I left for New York three days after graduation.
When I was younger I decided I'd hop on the train to New York.
I left home when I turned 17 and ran away to New York. I did a lot of moving. I was based in New York and country-hopping, so I was always 'the new girl'.
My first day in Chicago, September 4, 1983. I set foot in this city, and just walking down the street, it was like roots, like the motherland. I knew I belonged here.
I moved to New York when I was 21 or 22 as a graduate fellow.
By 1988, I was living in New York myself.
I was born in New York.