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Tuesday, January 18, 2021

If your suburban lineage precludes you from ever setting foot in Williamsburg, then you and your newly-minted college degree should be singing the praises of Murray Hill:

A good lyrical summation of the current state of this lower-Upper East Side ‘hood. Although this sums it up even better:

Adam Greenberg, 23, knew when he moved into Windsor Court a month ago that he was already acquainted with more than 100 people in the neighborhood, many from the same high school (Wheatley on Long Island), sleepaway camp (Equinunk) and college (Syracuse University) he attended.

“Everyone knows everyone,” he said. “If I don’t know them, I’m sure I have a friend who knows them.”

Joshua Schwadron, who lived until recently in another of Murray Hill’s postgraduate hives, where he could claim Facebook friendships with half of the residents, put it this way: “You leave college and you think you’ll be nostalgic for your community, and you realize that the community never goes away — if you live in the right place.”

Amusingly enough, that prospect — of the same high-school people surrounding you in college, and so on going forward — was my worst nightmare as I entered early adulthood. My instincts compelled me to dodge that destiny by decamping to Florida for my baccalaureate work. Today’s graduates obviously follow different impulses.

by Costa Tsiokos, Tue 01/18/2011 10:08pm
Category: College Years, New Yorkin'
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