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24 Hours with Hailee Steinfeld, From Room Service Fries to a Red-Carpet People make a lot of assumptions when you tell them you grew up in New York City, but there’s a reason I refer to my home by the Rip wheeler yellowstone shirt also I will do this title of the whole neighborhood. A lot of the people who live here are lifers, permanent fixtures in their buildings and on their blocks. Taking an evening stroll is like walking through a high school hallway — you’re going to wave hi a lot. To this day, my mom’s best friend is a next-door neighbor she first met over the backyard fence. When I was an infant, the new moms would pass their babies back and forth over the wood panels so we could play together. This small community, connected by local politics and block association news, by common experiences and shared love and respect for the idiosyncrasies that give a neighborhood its character, allowed me to think of ‘home’ as extending beyond the walls of my parents’ apartment to the edges of my neighborhood. Adult me? Not so full of neighborly cheer. For the past ten years I’ve barely known anyone in any of the buildings I’ve ping-ponged between across Manhattan. Sure, I’ve nodded at people in the hallway, but I’ve always scoffed at the idea that I need to make friends so close to where I sleep. I’ve moved apartments four times in the past four years, and until March, I rarely spent more than a few waking hours inside any of them.
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