You’re a transplant until you get evicted from your apartment while you’re in the Columbia-Presbyterian emergency room knocking on death’s door. That’s how it felt for me at least. Bought a bunch of plain black t shirts as soon as I got out.
Ted Berg
You are a transplant until the weight of your memories begin to outweigh the excitement of discovery, when the doors you walk past become the doors you’ve entered instead of the doors you dream about opening
Cooper Lund
You are a transplant until they rename a local landmark and you say "Fuck no I'm not calling it that". Then you are a local.
