NYC rant one: I could live in a big city.

I found myself a cozy corner in the tiny apartment seven of us are sharing.
   “it is very very big for new York” the land lady enjoyed emphasizing in a fast paced Greek accent.
“very very spacious this is.”
    “this room is is very large… For New York City.”
It is all right mrs. We will probably be spending most of our time in the cafes and libraries. There is no need for a huge space, we just sleep here.
   The apartment has turned out to be quite lovely. Zach sleeps sprawled out on a couch in the living room, while Zoe pushed another couch into a corner to make room for her portable bed. If I wake up in the wee hours of the morning, I can find myself some solitude wedged between the walls of the kitchen and dining nook. Like I said, it is very roomy for New York.
   I am really beginning to think I could make a living out of this. Our neighborhood in Astoria Queens, is semi set away from the bustling hubbub of manhattan. Yes, people still drive crazy and central park is only a short subway ride away, but there is something of a small town feel to this place. Between the local barbers and squished Greek, Italian, and Indian eateries, eye contact is not prohibited and people of the same block are friendly as neighbors in Mint Hill.
     Not to mention the fact that I found our districts library, I usually manage to do that sort of thing. And let me tell you, it had the absolute biggest international section I have ever seen. Although the library itself was small, the Italian section stretched over multiple shelves. Where else in America could you find such a treausure? And yet by taking account of the diverse sets of faces I smiled at in the street, the broad range of languages I hear as I skip by, and pondering the unique culture found nowhere else: this place doesn’t really feel like America at all. Here my palefaced family are the minority on the subway. Here english is only heard mixed in with an evenly spaced jumble of every other language. It is not china, or India, or Greece, or Italy either. This is New York City, where everyone belongs.

   Obviously I am enjoying myself. And today we go to the main branch of the library. Pinch me please.

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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