- A NY friend started a conversation with the phrase, “you know how people throw trash in the street …”
- A crowd gathered in the park. I stopped to check out what they were checking out. It was a squirrel. Not a squirrel with a doughnut around it’s head or anything interesting. Just a squirrel doing what squirrels do.
- The rumors are true. The food is amazing. I spent $2.60 for pizza for lunch. Delish. At dinnertime, I had a mac & cheese craving, so I put in an order at Southern Hospitality next door. Amazing. And right next door. Justin Timberlake’s restaurant might be the thing to clean out my wallet.
- Radiant heat is weird. My room is actually hot, but I don’t know how to turn the thing off, so it keeps pumping out the hot air. And occasionally lets out steam. And makes weird noises in the night.
- Women wear skinny jeans or leggings with boots. There appears to be no other option. This is the New York uniform. Dark colors only.
- I get tired after four flights of stairs when carrying stuff. If I’m not carrying a bag or two, I can make it to 5A before I get tired. I will let you know when I make it all the way to my door without a change in breathing. The plus side is that I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror while I was getting dressed this morning. My legs already look leaner.
- I don’t like not having things to do. I like having a schedule – work to go to, for example. I have a few things on my to-do list, but really. I need to pace myself. I have three more days with no where to be.
- Sometimes I think about how long I need to stay here before it would be acceptable to pack my bags and return to Seattle. For now, I’ve decided I need to stay until all the boxes I’ve shipped arrive. And until I’ve been to MOMA, Central Park Zoo and used up the $20 I put on my Metro pass.
- There’s no stocking up. I can only buy as much as I can carry.
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.