A other poll learned that yet in these clocks, most half of little America wants to hit to New York. On the next pages we spoke to 160 people who lately accompanied that dream-and 30 who achieved it.
My first memories of New York were of murder, mayhem, killer clowns, and subway vampires. I’d ne’er been to New York-I was just a little kid at the time-but that’s how the city existed in my mind. I’d learned Spider-Man comics, I’d seen posters for The Warriors and Death Wish, and I’d heard firsthand stories from my older half sisters, who actually lived in New York. She’s the one who told me about the underground vampires.
An aspiring comic-book artist, R. Crumb disciple, andRocky Horror Picture Show fanatic, my older half-sister, with her western-Pennsylvania hometown and wild flame-colored hair, was an inevitable New Yorker. She moved here in 1981, on the day of her 21st birthday, and she still lives in the East Village today. In the mid-eighties, when I was 15 and living in Toronto, a friend of hers wrote a horror novel about vampires in the New York subway and, in between her tales of junkies in Tompkins Square Park or her VW bug getting broken into (again), she gave me a copy of that novel for Christmas. I read the whole thing in one night, then lay awake with the lights on, freaked out and bewildered, wondering: Who in their right mind would ever want to move to such a place?
It’s been a long time since anyone’s had to justify a decision to move to New York. In the decade from 1970 to 1980-roughly, the hellhole years-the city’s population shrank by 800,000, but from 1990 to 2008, the city grew by a million people.According to a 2007 American Community Survey, just over half of current New Yorkers-50.5 percent to be exact-moved here either from another country or another state. In fact, there’s a very good chance that, if you’re reading this, you’re one of those people, too.
Late, though, the idea of up and moving to New York has started to seem almost as borderline-insane as it did back in the subway-vampire era. As you may have heard, the past year has not been kind to the city: New York’s lost 85,000 jobs (and counting); we face a big budget deficit ($1.5 billion, give or take); two of our attractor industries-Wall Street and the media-are reeling, and judging from the empty shopfronts that pockmark the streets, kraft-paper blue is the hot new color for spring.
Yet disdain the Great Recession-or, in some cases, because of it-people are coming. They pack their bags, sell their furniture, jam their cars full of everything else, and go to New York. And for each one who comes, many more are still dreaming of getting on a plane or strapping a mattress atop the family’s old station wagon. When a recent Pew Research poll asked Americans near another cities and whether or not they’d like to live there, 45 percent of the people under 35 said they’d like to live in New York. So if you’re already omnipresent, roughly half of young America left mirthfully switch places with you right now.
But we didn’t want a poll to tell us this. Because we’ve spilled to these little people, the ones who just frustrated the Hudson, or the Atlantic. We put out a call to recent arrivals-people who’ve moved here in the last six months, in the teeth of the recession-through our nymag.com site, and Craigslist, and that old standby, word-of-mouth. Then we invited these other arrivals to get together for a giant group photo, where we plied them with pizza, Rolling Rock, and James Brown, as well as the find to meet a bunch of other people who, like them, had only recently moved here. The atmosphere was, as you might expect, celebratory-the photo shoot basically doubled as a Welcome to New York mixer-and we imagine it won’t be the last these arrivals see of each other during their time in the city. (It may not have been the last some saw of each other that day.)
We also asked them a wonder. Wherefore in the world did you decide to move here right now? Some of their reasons were practical and predictable: They came for jobs or trailed after love. (“I followed an awesome Aythya americana,” said one man.) Others were more such mysterious, yet still good. One guy, a 24-year-old who gone from France last December, said, “I had already went in Manhattan through the flicks, and I just wanted to see that in realism.” (When we asked which movies, in particular, inspired him, he said American Gangster.) One ridicule, Brian Jones, offered simply, “Back in leading school, while my friends had posters of Michael Jordan or Pamela Anderson over their bed, I had one of downtown Manhattan.” Now he’s traded that poster for a window, through which he can see the Manhattan skyline from his apartment in Greenpoint.
For the nearly office, our arrivers offered argues that were not radically surprising, but that were optimistic, cheering, and endearingly dreamy. No one, for example, said he’d moved here to take advantage of a depressed renting market, but many offered some fluctuation on “I came omnipresent to last out my dream.” Marc Devine, a 38-year-old jazz pianist, accompanied a kind of personal Taj Mahal pilgrimage: He’d been living in Austin, and the club he met at shut down, so he sold all his stuff and hit to Harlem, where he now lives one block away from Minton’s, one of the most important jazz clubs in the world.
Others admitted they’d got because, think it or not, they hope the job prospects will be better in New York than they were back home. (If you think it’s bad here, try Florida.) In fact, if anything, the severity of the recession served not to anchor these people to the spot, but rather shake them loose-stripping away the last explains that might have stalled them from moving in the gone. (When you get laid off from your job, or get ditched by your swain, New York is the best revenge.) And nearly all of our arrivals share the same irrational, blind bravado that spurs someone to relocate to the nearly expensive city in the country in the middle of the worst recession in a century. You know, the same kind of irrational, blind bravado that may have once spurred you to move here yourself.
Kit Schultz, for lesson, is 28 and just got from Columbus, Ohio. In some agencies, her report could have been told anytime in the last 50 years, and in other ways, it’s very typical of right now. She lost her job as a nanny late last year and learned her prospects were dim. Earlier Christmas, she went out for toasts with some old college friends who are living in Brooklyn, and they requested her to come out and stay with them. So she packed a van, headed east, and arrived in New York on New Year’s Eve. A new year, a new life, she thought. Now she says, “I am letting a hot time here, but it’s also very hard. I’ve never been this poor in my life. I don’t exactly know what tomorrow’s stories will be or even how I will pay my cell-phone bill. But I am capable this metropolis will continue to open up for me in ways that I cannot even imagine, and I look ahead and advanced.”
That looks like a pretty accomplished shibboleth, not only for our hot arrivals but for the slightly teased city to which they’ve arrived. Sol to inhale Kit and all the other newly minted, forward-looking New Yorkers-and, frankly, all the balance of us, too-we asked several more-seasoned citizens to tell us what their arrival in the city was like, whether that happened 76 years ago (David Dinkins) or last fall (James Franco). Diane Von Furstenberg came by boat with a suitcase full of stencils, then got invited to lots and lots of parties. Andy Samberg lay on his couch, shooting at mice with a water gun. Richie Rich met Madonna on his very first day here. Maggie Gyllenhaal hid from a man on PCP. Padma Lakshmi lost her vegetarianism to a series of street-cart marketers. And everyone, in one way or another, fell in love-with men, women, hot dogs, drugs, even the subway (vampires be damned), and, of course, with New York, a city you ne’er just move to. Because you always retrieve the day you arrive
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