Growing up on Long Island I don’t exactly consider myself a New Yorker because that term is usually reserved for those living in Manhattan. Since attending school in NYC and residing in dorms in the Chelsea area of Manhattan, I have noticed a few things about New York that surprised me.
Before living here I was a frequent visitor, taking monthly trips on the Long Island Railroad to the big city for a little exploration. The hustle of the city and all of it’s stereotypes, good and bad, fascinated me. On those frequent trips I found NYC to fit most, if not all, of the stereotypes that went along with it. I think being in the city for a short amount of time, even often, did not allow me to even form my own perspective, I just held on to the perspective of others.
Living in Chelsea has shown me that most of my opinions on the city were completely out of character of the Big Apple. For one thing I have found 9 out of 10 times strangers here will help one another. I have seen people on the street returned dropped wallets and cash, I have seen people in the subway help others carry their bags upstairs, I have seen people help each other up after falling on ice, and I have seen strangers get directions, correct directions I will add, to lost tourists on the street.
I’m not sure where New York got its reputation but I have experienced this city as kind, giving, and full of culture. I would’t change it or want it any other way.