The only skyscrapers visible from your carriage were the legs of adults, but you got to know the ground pretty well and started to wonder why some sidewalks sparkle at certain angles. Maybe your parents dragged you here for a vacation when you were a kid and towed you up and down the gigantic avenues to shop for Christmas gifts. Somewhere in that fantastic, glorious mess was the address on the piece of paper, your first home here. Look: there's the Empire State Building, over there are the twin towers. All your worldly possessions were in the trunk, and in your hand you held an address on a piece of paper. Maybe you were in a cab leaving the airport when the skyline first roused itself into view. You start building your private New York the first time you lay eyes on it. You are a New Yorker when what was there before is more real and solid than what is here now. No matter how long you have been here, you are a New Yorker the first time you say, ''That used to be Munsey's'' or ''That used to be the Tic Toc Lounge.'' That before the Internet cafe plugged itself in, you got your shoes resoled in the mom-and-pop operation that used to be there. The city also puts a lot of effort into making your hometown look really drab and tiny, just in case you were wondering why it's such a drag to go back sometimes.
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The city has spent a considerable amount of time and money putting the brochure together, what with all the movies, TV shows and songs - the whole ''if you can make it there'' business. Or maybe you moved here a couple years ago for a job maybe you came here for school. Maybe you're from here, too, and sooner or later it will come out that we used to live a block away from each other and didn't even know it. I'm here because I was born here and thus ruined for anywhere else, but I don't know about you.
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