If you haven’t figured it out yet, I live in Manhattan. To everyone else in the universe that means New York City. I have lived in NYC most of my life, but only last year moved to Manhattan. I live on the east site (exact location: classified). Last week while walking with Jay & Gretchen I found this interesting almost imaginary place called the West Side. I never imagined there being life past 6th ave. I went back again today to return something from a store. I am still amazed at the West side. More specifically I am amazed how I (and most of my friends) never goto a place that is less than 3 miles from where I live. I spend most of my time on the East side. I barely goto Queens anymore, and when I do I grumble that it is far. Yet I used to commute every day for years.
Just something I thought about when I was on the subway returning to the good old East side. I never thought of myself as one of those snobby people who thought NYC was the center of the universe, but maybe deep down I am? Probably not, but outsiders may think so!