The Great White North


I am happy to report that I now have found an apartment, and I will be moving in at the end of the week. The people I will be sharing with seem very cool, and the apartment setup is quite nice as each room is separated by common space, and there is a living room, dining room and kitchen. It is at 143rd street, higher north than I have ever lived in Manhattan, but timing it to where I normally seem to spend a lot of my time (around 14th street), it is only about 30 minutes (versus 45 from where I was in Brooklyn). And the subway is less than a five minute walk from the apartment. When people ask what neighborhood I live in, I jokingly refer to it as Canada, which everyone but my friend Sivan seems to appreciate. She tells me it is offensive, but I think of it this way: It is offensive if you think being Canadian is offensive, which I don’t (except maybe for Les Québécois with their insistence on French only signage).


  1. frank says:

    so what neighborhood is it?

  2. Stephen says:

    I think it is actually called Hamilton Heights

  3. closetalk says:

    who’re ure roomies?

  4. Sivan says:

    If I remember this conversation, I think my point was that people live quite happily in that part of Manhattan and refer to it as home (and not “Canada,” which has an implied meaning of “too far north.”) What message does your reference carry? And are most people who laugh at the Canada reference (including myself, the first few times) transplants to Manhattan (unlike myself, a native)? That might explain it!