So that’s how my friend refers to Jane’s life here. I have to say, she’s not wrong. Jane doesn’t just live here. She totally owns living here. Her school, riding the bus, the subway, eating out… she doesn’t just enjoy it, she owns it. The other day we were walking to the bus stop and she smiled up at me sweetly and said, “I love New York.” Then we crossed a road, and the driver of a large truck did not stop quickly enough for her taste. As we crossed in front of him, she threw her hand into the air and yelled at him, “I’m WALKING. STOPPPPPPPPPPPP.”
Like. A. Boss.
I’ve lived here long enough to know that New Yorkers are not big on smiling. But that seasoned looking truck driver with a cigarette in his hand? He grinned ear to ear.
I get asked the question, “What’s it like to live there?” That’s a question that requires a very long answer. But I can tell you what it’s like to live here with Jane… and it’s right here in this movie clip (minus the questionable language and cigarette, obvs).
And later, I’ll tell you about the completely naked man in the subways. Oh, how I wish that was a joke.