The New Yorker

I don’t know how fully prepared I was for it. I knew Beatrix would be comfortable in New York. After all, she’s probably visited the city a couple of dozen times in her life before now. Since she was born, New York City was “a place we go”. As much as we have visited anywhere else, she’s probably been to New York City even more. But, it is one thing to visit a place regularly with your parents. It is a whole other thing to live in a place full time. Granted, she’s not actually in the heart of the city. In fact, one of the benefits of where she’s enrolled is being on a small historic college campus in a quaint college town with easy access to “the city”. Even still, she’s in no short order she’s become a New Yorker. She always walked faster than everyone else around her but now she’s around a place where everyone walks just a fast as she does. She navigates the city with ease above ground and under it. She’s become the person who fights the pedestrian battle for crossing the street and…