During my second week living in New York City, I noticed a habit which had been steadily becoming more solid. I had gotten a lovely green cardigan while I was at Home, and considered it as a dressier article of clothing which spiffed up my wardrobe. I had been wearing the cardigan fairly frequently since arriving in the City, and so it had become quotidian. It wasn't quite as dressy anymore; I needed to keep wearing it to maintain a certain standard of presentation.
As I was running out the door one day, instead of grabbing my IFSA-Butler sweatshirt as I thought I had been wont to do, I intentionally grabbed the cardigan,my new-found favourite article of clothing. It struck me that I hadn't seen anyone wearing a sweatshirt, really, since arriving in the City, unless they were blatantly a tourist. It is indeed summer, and sweatshirts are too warm right now, but I don't think that is the only reason for this dearth of nylon and polyester blends.
My sweatshirt has lain forlorn and forgotten on my chair, buried deeper and deeper beneath my more frequently-donned, dressier articles of clothing (well, I took it camping, so it's received some love). This is a City which appreciates the put-together and the eclectic, eccentric. And what about those who like sweatshirts? Being passed by-the-bye - but hopefully in favour of more adventurous options. Not like these jumpsuits, though.
As time passes on, though, almost unconsciously, I've adjusted myself to fit my surroundings. If it's possible, I'm increasingly becoming like the other people around me.
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| Well, only becoming like the others by so much. |
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