I recently returned home to Colorado where we simply don't have subways. As a result, I didn't have much to say. But what I can say is that upon my arrival to Denver International Airport I noticed something rather odd--I no longer looked like a Coloradan.
Everyone waiting in line for the AB bus from Denver to Boulder was wearing a Patagonia and/or North Face puffy parka paired with grubby jeans and Birkinstocks. I admired all of them, as I too dressed like that a mere six months ago. But as I watched them board the bus I was astonished to realize that was wearing skinny jeans, riding boots over said jeans, a boiled wool coat, and I had quite the 'New York' hair.
It was clearly inevitable, I have become a New Yorker.
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