anniversaries

Yesterday was my five-year anniversary of moving to New York City. Compared to some of my friends who grew up here, I don't think I really count as a New Yorker, but half a decade is still a significant amount of time. Enough time that I know the subway system, rarely get lost anymore, have a set of favorite places all over the city, have lots of friends.

In five years, I've lived in four apartments in three neighborhoods in two boroughs with ten roommates. I've accumulated a master's degree, tens of thousands of dollars of debt, and barely any furniture. I've worked at ten organizations (if you count internships), forgotten how to drive, and ridden the subway at least 3,000 times, at a rough estimate.

So, in honor of five years, here's five lists of fives, with dates when I remember them and links when I can find them, under the cut.