I'm sure this comes as no surprise, but living in this big, crazy apple is quite a unique experience. It is like no other place on earth and life is just .. well.. different. I'm not talking about personalities or accents (though those are different, too)- I mean different as in getting to work, walking your dog, going to the doctor. You really have to adjust your whole mindset and sometimes (as I pass by the Spanish grocery or the French patisserie) I feel like I'm a stranger in a foreign country.
Catching a bus to catch a train to walk five blocks to work.
Going to a doctor whose office is on the 2nd floor of a walk up.. right above the tattoo parlor.
Taking my backpack to the grocery store so I can all my groceries home.
It's hilarious, really. I stepped on to the R train the other day and when I looked around, I saw a girl with her laundry basket, a family with a buggie (excuse me, 'cart') of groceries, and a group of guys toting their tubas and saxophones. I then looked over to see this sweet gentleman sitting on the subway with his dry-cleaning hanging on the handle bar. I just started to crack up..
Somedays all of that -hiking to do laundry, walking your dog 10 blocks just to find a tiny patch of grass, backpacks full of groceries, an hour commute to go all of 2 miles- seems daunting. Other days.. it just feels like New York.
home sweet home,
lee
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