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OCT 30, 2008 | 12:09 PM | Jed Davis
Gone.
I just ate my last breakfast as a resident of the Lower East Side. Almost seven years ago to the day, I wrote this in my blog:
Monday, November 05, 2001
3:11 PM
Here
I now live in Manhattan. Everything is different.
For starters, I have no fingerprints. They seem to have rubbed off after a day of throwing furniture and heavy boxes around. My hands - or whatever's left of them - are bright red.
I woke up this morning at 8:00 as usual. 8am used to be necessary for getting in to work on time. Now it's too early. There used to be an hour-plus commute from the J train to the E train to the F train. Now it's five stops on the F and I'm here.
So instead of losing an hour of my life in transit, I built a wardrobe cabinet. I fixed a shelf. I unpacked some boxes and set up my stereo.
Time is the most precious commodity we have. I feel richer today.
The other night I went to a party in Chinatown - a charity event. I sat at a table with a handful of gen-u-wine Lower East Side legends and thought about how rich and wonderful my experience in their neighborhood has been. But it's time to go. This place is not the same as it was even when I got here, and that was already long after the fact.
I'm moving now to a quieter and crisper place: the DUMBO section of Brooklyn. There I will have the privilege of looking out the window and seeing two bridges and the entirety of New York City.
I feel like I did just about everything you can do in Manhattan, and I'm comfortable moving on. Most people can't even say that about their little hometowns, much less the greatest and toughest city in the world. I love this place so much; I'm happy that now I'll get to live with all of it at once, never changing, just shining in my window.
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