This Is Why New Yorkers Don’t Give a Sh*t If You’re Leaving
Nowadays, all I see on my Facebook newsfeed are articles about why people are leaving New York City.
Prices are too high, people are too mean, lack of fresh air, whatever the reasons are.
I could only read so many of these stories before I finally decided to write something back to these schmucks.
On the behalf of my fellow native New Yorkers and other New Yorkers who are madly in love with this city (like myself), here are some reasons why we could care less about you leaving.
First and foremost, we honestly just don’t care. At all
I can’t emphasize this enough.
I’m not writing this because I want you to stay. Please leave, just don’t write articles or memoirs or take videos letting us know about you leaving.
New Yorkers don’t care; we’ve heard enough of the complaining. Most people reading these articles are probably people sitting on the toilet. We don’t have time to read the sob stories.
I mean really, as if we don’t hear enough from the rest of this country always talking sh*t about our city and how it’s “overrated.”
Yes, many New Yorkers haven’t lived anywhere else, but a good amount have– and still choose to live here
I always keep an open mind about other parts of the world and other parts of the United States. I love to travel, and I love to see new places. I traveled to Alaska this past January and it was a very humbling experience.
But by the end of my travels, I was more than ready to come home to New York City.
To this day, nothing gives me goosebumps like when I’m flying back into New York City; and it’s the same for many other people.
Even driving back into my good ol’ Bronx from New Jersey, crossing the George Washington Bridge, gets me excited.
As a teenager, I always thought of how great it would be to leave New York City and have a nice house upstate. Then my mother would just laugh at me and say, “Yeah right, good luck living in the middle of nowhere.” My mother knew how much I loved this city before I even did, and being the obnoxious stubborn teenager I was, I applied to go away to school in a small New Jersey town just to show my mom I’m capable of living somewhere else and lovin’ it.
It was on that very first night I was away that I knew instantly what my mother had been telling me for years was true. “You’re going to hate it.” I called her that same night, apologizing, telling her she was right.
All in all, I’m still happy with my decision because I got to realize at the perfect age that I want to stay in New York City forever and from that moment on, my love for this city only got stronger.
In the words of John Updike, “The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.”