I've been telling people that I've lived in Manhattan for six years now for the past year. It sounds nice when I say it. It's a somewhat substantial number. Experienced, tried and true kind of number. And I've pretty much believed it, because I've said it so many times now.
I moved into my first apartment in August 2005. It's weird to me... I've only been here for five years. I caught myself yelling at tourists today, because they were standing in the middle of a busy sidewalk. When did I become one of those "rude New Yorkers" everyone always talks about? Five isn't so cavalier. I wasn't even in a bad mood. They just ticked me off, making everyone walk around them, because they wanted to take a stinking photo.
Is it just me, or has this city changed me?
The leaves are starting to fall in Central Park. I hope autumn puts me in a better mood.
