Yesterday, my cousin the revolutionary and I hopped a Metro-North train to Greenwich, Conn. to see this thing he'd done this past summer. Greenwich represents my second voyage to just beyond the New York metro area since I moved here, and I was ready to get back as soon as I could.
Now, when I first came to New York and got past the initial post-College shock, I understood I was a lifer. It was instinct, like fish porn.
But not far beyond the gentle reaches of my fair city lies the rest of the nation. Not far at all - at my first job, I went in to a restaurant in Sheepshead Bay and found what appeared to be hundreds of mid-Westerners.
I was surprised how quickly I got used to tall buildings, the subway and lots and lots of people. I've always liked home and hated travel, but it's getting so I'm agoraphobic, but for America.
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