it’s fucking rough being a native new yorker right now. i mean, i’m sure it was rough being a native new yorker whenever there was an annoying surge of people pouring in. i only know this generation’s surge of entitled, rent-raising, lemming-like, transplant brats… however, i don’t think they were always bratty. i feel like the only transplants that i have respect for are from other countries. i’m like, north-american state-to-state moving transplant racist.
i know i’ve complained about transplants on this site before, so that’s not where i’m going with this. i was actually thinking about WHY i feel so proud to be a native new yorker from queens, and how sad it is that if i ever have kids, it probably will never be like the “old new york” i knew… because of those bastards.
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when i was growing up, i lived in like 13 or 14 places. it set me up to enjoy change, but it was also great to stay put for a while. i stayed put the longest in whitestone and college point over the years (flushing/bayside as well, but not the for large chunks of time, really). i’m glad i grew up in the “burbs” for a million reasons. i didn’t have a front lawn or back yard, per se, but i had big luscious parks. my neighborhood was generally quiet, safe, homey. my elementary schools were great back then, they weren’t terribly overcrowded like they are now. i haven’t been near my elementary schools in ages, because i don’t live in those areas anymore, but the last few times i was, they had trailers for classrooms in the yards. that’s so depressing. it makes me wonder if the schools have gone downhill or do less with the kids now. i was very fortunate to grow up when i did, because i did so much with my schools back then.