Something strange happened today. I said, “I love it here,” for the first time. It was a great day. I did some good work at the office. I made my co-workers laugh. I left the office right at 3:30 and made my way to the recommended bagel place, Ess-A-Bagel, on 51st and 3rd, where I bought a bakers dozen to ship to my uncle and the bagel guy threw in a free one for me. OMG! This was the hugest bagel I’ve ever seen. It puts all other bagels to shame.
I took my time walking through Midtown East. I strolled down Fifth Avenue, taking fashion inspiration from fancy window displays, but I knew I could find similar pieces for a discount in SoHo or Chelsea. (Thanks, Quyn!)
As I neared Times Square, I got to show the tourists my new New York street crossing skills. I failed to mention it was an unseasonal 60 degrees today. Skies were overcast, but the warm-up did good things for my mood regardless.
I could have made a meal of the hummus, pita, broccoli and carrots in my fridge, but why when New York is a fodie’s delight? I peeked into a pizza place that caught my eye, but it was not a grab-a-slice place. It had napkins and wine. Not what I wanted. Right next door I saw a sign for crepes. Oh, yes! I popped in for a apple-brie-walnut. So good. I considered getting a dessert crepe to go, but the place is a block away. I can go any day I want. So I headed home. I took a barre class yesterday, so the walk up to 6 was painful in a good way.
My composer roommate heard me come in and asked if I wanted to hear the song he wrote today. Uhh, yeah! It was then that I said “I love this place.” Good food on every corner. Creative people. Things to do everywhere.
This afternoon, a Seattle co-worker asked me what I’m doing this weekend. I told him I had three possibilities on my list: A Broadway show, Museum of Modern Art and Central Park Zoo. I also told him I miss having friends to do things with. He replied, “Candace, you’re making friends!” Maybe not yet, but I’m working on it. And even when I have nothing to do, there’s plenty to do here. Things I’ve wanted to see and do all my life. That’s an amazing thing.
Before I started writing this, I spent some time cleaning up my bank accounts. They have been a mess since I moved. For example, the refund from my canceled car insurance was on a credit card I no longer have. The proceeds from the sale of my car were sitting in my checking account instead of savings. I had a stack of receipts, and knew there was money in checking, but I had no clear idea of what I’ve been spending. When I got it all straightened out, and wrote out a monthly budget, I realized living here is costing me less than I thought. That means I actually some money for splurging and enjoying what the city has to offer – while buying clothes in SoHo, taking advantage of 2 for 1 yoga classes, walking to work and enjoying all the free things to do in the city, of course.
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.