Living in New York is a Badge of Honor.

The rites of passage you've earned now come with actual badges... and a good cause. Collect all 25 to prove you're a true New Yorker (Or that you've at least lived here ten years).

Cried Openly in Public
$5.00
Puked Out of a Moving Cab
$5.00
Pigeon Pooped on You
$5.00
Learned Guitar from Dan Smith
$5.00
Never Learned to Drive
$5.00
Witnessed Subway Flasher
$5.00
Laundry
$5.00
Befriended the Bodega Cat
$5.00
Fantasized About Moving to the Country
$5.00
Did NOT get on Empty Subway Car
$5.00
Bed Bug Scare
$5.00
Survived a Noisy Radiator
$5.00
Never Been to the Statue of Liberty
$5.00
Unbothered by Rats
$5.00
A/C Unit Drip
$5.00
Cohabitated to Save on Rent
$5.00
Fell Asleep on the Subway
$5.00
Watched Your Favorite Bars Close
$5.00
Waited in Car for Alternate-Side Parking
$5.00
Avoided SantaCon
$5.00
Used Oven for Storage
$5.00
4AM Bodega Chopped Cheese
$5.00
Saw Law & Order Filming
$5.00
5th-Floor Walkup (or Higher)
$5.00
Stood at the Tompkins Square Dog Run for Hours Contemplating Whether to Get a Dog
$5.00

I love New York City

I love the sweet smell of garbage

I love the constant honking

I love the train delays

I love not being afraid of rats

I love the relationship I have with my Bodega guy

I love the dog pee on concrete everywhere

I love the chaos

I love the friendly pigeons

I love the asshole pigeons

I love my shoebox apartment

I love the impressive mounds of trash

I love the tourists stopping on the sidewalk

I love the perpetual scaffolding

I love glaring at transplants

I love the dollar slice that’s not really a dollar

I love Pop Smoke (RIP)

I love the random steam coming from drains

I love yelling “watch where you’re going!”

I love when no one watches where they’re going.

I love the parks

I love when Mamadou delivers my order

I love barely affording to live here

I love the city that never sleeps

I love the fact that I can, in fact, never sleep.

I love the halal carts

I love the halal carts

I love when the subway actually shows up

I love when it randomly doesn’t

I love the random celebrity sightings

I love the people watching

I love the war between cars and cyclists

I love how no one holds the door

I love the few who always do

I love that everything is open late

I love my roommates I met online

I love corner stores

I love corner arguments to snoop on

I love corner everything

I love the hot part of the 4-5-6 platform that feels like you’re in hell

I love the block parties

I love that everyone looks mean

I love that I know the Cellino & Barnes number by heart

I love skyline

I love sitting on stoops

I love the fire escapes

I love the street performers

I love the overpriced coffee

I love that I’ve never seen a gas station

I love the bodega cat that plays hard to get

I love the rumors about what's at the bottom of the Hudson River

I love the lack of eye contact

I love the subway fruit carts

I love that nothing is easy

I love that anything is possible

I love complaining about NYC

I love that I’ll never leave NYC

I love the smell of hot trash in the Summer

I love jaywalking

I love my window with a brick wall view

I love the workout I get carrying my laundry bags

I love that no one cares

I love that deep down we all do

I love New York City I love the sweet smell of garbage I love the constant honking I love the train delays I love not being afraid of rats I love the relationship I have with my Bodega guy I love the dog pee on concrete everywhere I love the chaos I love the friendly pigeons I love the asshole pigeons I love my shoebox apartment I love the impressive mounds of trash I love the tourists stopping on the sidewalk I love the perpetual scaffolding I love glaring at transplants I love the dollar slice that’s not really a dollar I love Pop Smoke (RIP) I love the random steam coming from drains I love yelling “watch where you’re going!” I love when no one watches where they’re going. I love the parks I love when Mamadou delivers my order I love barely affording to live here I love the city that never sleeps I love the fact that I can, in fact, never sleep. I love the halal carts I love the halal carts I love when the subway actually shows up I love when it randomly doesn’t I love the random celebrity sightings I love the people watching I love the war between cars and cyclists I love how no one holds the door I love the few who always do I love that everything is open late I love my roommates I met online I love corner stores I love corner arguments to snoop on I love corner everything I love the hot part of the 4-5-6 platform that feels like you’re in hell I love the block parties I love that everyone looks mean I love that I know the Cellino & Barnes number by heart I love skyline I love sitting on stoops I love the fire escapes I love the street performers I love the overpriced coffee I love that I’ve never seen a gas station I love the bodega cat that plays hard to get I love the rumors about what's at the bottom of the Hudson River I love the lack of eye contact I love the subway fruit carts I love that nothing is easy I love that anything is possible I love complaining about NYC I love that I’ll never leave NYC I love the smell of hot trash in the Summer I love jaywalking I love my window with a brick wall view I love the workout I get carrying my laundry bags I love that no one cares I love that deep down we all do

Not just repping NYC but supporting it too

Being a New Yorker isn’t just about what you’ve seen or what you’ve done (even if you do have a cool merit badge for it). It’s about community. That’s why this election season, we’re donating all proceeds from this project to GoVoteNYC, a non-partisan initiative that helps get New Yorkers out to vote in the city we love.