Spent ten years of my life in NYC. In the 1980’s. Worked in finance and was -cringe- yuppie scum.
Well not really. Lived in Brooklyn, because who can afford Manhattan unless your grandmother died and you got the rent controlled apartment?
Wore the Yvonne Piconne suits, Reeboks on the subway and $200.00 heels under my desk. In my Rock Center office.
Did I make a shitload of cash?
Did I have a rent controlled enormous apartment?
Did I have the standard issue 80’s cocaine habit?
Do I miss New York?
Of course, most of all my friends.
Glad I’m missing The Hipster Years though.