When you say you're from New York, you generally get one of two reactions. "Its so citifed! Have you ever seen a tree or cows?" or "How come you don't talk like a New Yawker?" This is why:

I was raised among rows of corn (which I ate tonight like I was going to the electric chair), green mountains and the Finger Lakes. I spent my summers cruising from Cayuga Lake through the locks of the Erie Canal and eventually all the way into Lake Ontario. My New York is the New York of apple orchards, the Great New York State Fair and 2 feet of snow in February. Don't get me wrong. I love Manhattan. It's where I currently call home. 24-hour delis, Broadway and Central Park are nothing to sneeze at. But comparing upstate New York and New York City is like holding an apple up to an orange. Both delicious. Both incomparable. Both you should make a habit of enjoying if you haven't already.