It's unsettling to watch the children of New York when you finally realize that not only are they more refined, better dressed, and already wield an allowance close to my own income – but that they're more in tune and relaxed with this City than perhaps I'll ever be simply because they are home. Meanwhile my corner of New York still feels like an unfinished Play Doh creation.
I'm sculpting. I'm mashing. It's not right yet.
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