she's a native new yorker

Last post from the city of dreams. the city of heartache. the city of wishes. It's been an amazing summer, and I'm so grateful I got to spend it here. I've met some extraordinary people and made some amazing memories. It was an incredible journey and I will miss this place, these people, these times.

Love to all, one last time.

-Mandy

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter--the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last--the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion...

-E.B. White