New York is its grossest when it snows. Slush + trash = ick! Wear rain boots.
Independent shops and markets are everywhere. There’s no reason to go to a chain grocery. I’m especially crushing on the Amish market down the street. I drooled (not literally) over their prepared food section and loved that I could stock up on products I already love (Craisins and Amy’s).
Except I haven’t seen many independent coffee shops. I love the ones that lovingly make designs in the foam on your lattes. Where are you? I go to Starbucks more here than I ever did in Seattle.
The creativity is contagious. The city is filled with 20- and 30-somethings trying to make it. My roommate just called me in to listen to a song he wrote. The song was amazing, and so was his passion. I left his room thinking, I want to “vomit emotion” (his phrase) all over something, too.
I’ve found great bread, pizza, Greek food and beer here. I have not found decent dairy. Minnesota, you’re still No. 1 in my heart for cheese and butter.
The secret to crossing the streets? Watch the oncoming cars, not the traffic light. Spy a gap? GO! You can’t do this if you’re standing on the curb, so get out there in the street.
I’ll say it again. Rain boots.
New Yorkers make smart use of space. They don’t have a lot, but they are inventive when it comes to making smart storage purchases. For example, our counter-height stainless table doubles as a table and a kitchen workspace.
I’m pretty sure I could lose an entire day – and an entire paycheck – in the flagship Macy’s. Calling the store huge is an understatement. I went in looking for shoes. I never did find the shoe department.
The $2 pizza is far superior to the $1 pizza.
It’s loud here. Sirens. Horns. Cars. People. It’s the symphony of the city and it’s loud.
New Yorkers really are warm and welcoming. My co-workers have gone out of their way to be helpful. Even the salespeople at Sephora and Bed, Bath and Beyond helped me out.
My bedroom window looks right into the living rooms of people with much nicer apartments than my own.
My commute AKA walk to work takes me through Times Square. Postcard commutes are overrated. I predict it will get old quicker than my commute on the Washington State Ferries.
But seriously, wear the rain boots.