I love this sort of thing. I’m always trying to come up unnoticed things that make NYC different. I’ve been living in Brooklyn for about six months, and having grown up in rural Ohio and lived in Chicago during college, here’s what I’ve noticed:
New Yorkers never wonder why anyone is here. I’ve never been asked, “What brought you here?” No one has to ask–if you’re here on vacation, if you moved here recently or long ago, you’re here because it’s freakin’ New York.
The lack of self-consciousness in public amuses me. People just go about their business, and sometimes it’s really weird. Maybe I’m acting really weird sometimes too. But I don’t have time to care about what these random millions of people think of me. And most likely, they’re not paying attention.
New Yorkers can take the availability of stuff for granted. I grew up in a place where you couldn’t really walk to anywhere interesting and everything closed at 9 or 10PM. If you wanted some cool ethnic food or to see an independent movie, you had to drive an hour to get to Columbus, where you might be able to find what you wanted. This is what life is like for a great deal of people, but New Yorkers think it’s crazy.
This one’s weird to me: an absolute lack of knowledge regarding anything remotely rural. My husband’s writing teacher, a New Yorker since birth, told a student that his description of wet grass clumping in the bottom of a lawnmower was inaccurate. “Grass doesn’t do that!” I’m positive she’s never used a lawn mower. She also told him that a muddy garden doesn’t dry up when the sun comes out. She has no idea that she’s in no place to talk about that sort of thing! Here, you can be an adult who has never seen a cow in real life and has never even thought about the fact that most Americans* have. If you grew up anywhere with lots of space outside/farms nearby/your own yard with a swingset, etc., then try to imagine never having been around or even thought about these things.
All that said, I’m not trying to paint a negative image. New Yorkers are TOUGH. During the transit strike, everyone just hefted up their shopping bags and walked calmly and quickly across the Brooklyn Bridge in 35-degree weather to get home. It was pretty awesome; I loved being a part of it despite all the inconvenience. I really like the vast majority of the New Yorkers I’ve met. Now if we could only do something about those obnoxious hipsters…
*I’m not sure about the stats on this, but I assume that even city-dwellers in other parts of America have left the city by car and driven through farmland. Many lifelong NYC residents I know have only left the city by plane or have never driven far enough in the direction of farmland.