I’m a New Yorker

Cupsogue Beach, Westhampton, NYBrooklyn Bridge

I’m a New Yorker.

I was born and raised on Long Island, NY.

I knew from 10th grade on that I wanted to go away for college. I was drawn to Belmont University for their songwriting program, but I also loved that the school is located in Nashville, TN, which is a musical city over 960 miles from my home.

The first year went as smoothly as it possible could have, considering that I was a New Yorker moving into the “Bible Belt” south. I made friends, I took part in everything I had time to take part in, and I immersed myself in the culture and the possibilities.

I went home for the summer, and I actually had mixed feelings about going back. Now, my second year is going well, but I know now that home is not in Tennessee.

I’m a New Yorker because it’s where my family is, and they are my main support system. I’m a New Yorker because I crave the possibility of being on a beach and then being in the middle of the second largest city in the world just a half hour later. I’m a New Yorker because I’m a pessimist but I don’t mind. I’m a New Yorker because I don’t look at people while I walk. I’m a New Yorker because I speed walk even when I know I’m early. I’m a New Yorker because I’d pick Italian over Barbeque or Mexican almost every day. I’m a New Yorker because I feel more comfortable in a large, loud crowd than a small and quiet crowd.

I’m a New Yorker because I forget to look around me sometimes but I always have my focus. I’m a New Yorker because I say things like “water” and “coffee” wrong. I even say “Nashville” wrong sometimes. I’m a New Yorker because I think my city and my state are the greatest in the world and I’m proud of it. I’m a New Yorker because I state my opinion even when nobody asked. I’m a New Yorker because I never back away from what I think is right. I’m a New Yorker because I am a resident of #StrongIsland and I’ve been on the “drunk train.” I’m a New Yorker because I point to and refer to other cars as “this guy” and pretend like they can hear me as I curse under my breath while reaching for my cawfee.

I do love living in Nashville. I love sweet tea, country music, college basketball games, my friends, and my opportunities. I love how nice people are in the South and how I wonder when I last opened a door for myself. I love how the summers are longer and winters mostly warmer.

I’m going to stay in Nashville for a while.

But I’m a New Yorker.

And I can’t wait to be back home.

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