I had been on my
own several times in my life -- summers in camp, college a thousand
miles away and even Europe, across the Atlantic Ocean -- yet I was
always defined by my activities. I was a Camper or a Student. Moving
into New York City was the first time I would truly see what I was
made of. I would now be defined by my city. I was going to become
a New Yorker (a Neuw Yawkah, to the natives).
It wasn't at all that difficult to make that move. I grew up in
New Jersey and went into the city all the time growing up, to visit
my grandparents and numerous aunts and uncles, in Brooklyn. So it
was home, but very different. It was up to me now, to make my way.