My experiences in New York are always linked to a tiny little 2+ block radius in the West Village, where my cousin lives. It's where I stayed the very first time I visited New York at 17, where I stayed before I went up to Poughkeepsie for college, where I lived for several years thanks to the generosity of said cousin - in a cozy basement apartment, watching her adorable daughters grow up. When I visit New York now, I still end up there, where things have changed so much, and yet not at all.
