New York is like no place I’ve ever lived. That sounds like an obvious statement, but I’m reminded of the fact every day. The differences are neither better nor worse.
On Tuesday, I’ll have been in New York for four weeks. And I’ve adapted in ways I really did not expect.
My food habits are vastly different. I thought I’d make a big pot of soup each week and share with my roommates. I was always a fan of cooking something big on Sundays and enjoying for most of the week. Has not happened. “Cooking” now means making a sandwich. My food in the kitchen = half a shelf in the cupboard and some fruit, veggies and yogurt in the fridge. I mostly subsist on yogurt-covered pretzels and carrots with hummus when I’m at home.
I’ve actually been really healthy with my eating (save for the cupcake stops and stash of peanut M&M’s on my desk). There’s an awesome and affordable produce market down the street. My other favorite market has a hot bar and a cold bar. I love grabbing a few cold salads for dinner. Friday dinner was a Brussels sprouts and bean pod salad – and a handful of M&M’s for dessert. I do admit to New York pizza for dinner about once a week. And semi-regular bagel cart stops for breakfast. The bagel guy might have said, “See you Monday!” as he handed over my regular cinnamon-raisin and cream cheese on Friday. I’ll neither confirm nor deny.
I thought I’d do my running on a treadmill at a gym. Busy sidewalks are not conducive to elevating heart rates, right? Nope. Lapping pedestrians is rather fun. Plus, the change of scenery keeps me going. Our mild winter has been awesome for outdoor cardio.
The bar for when clothes get washed has been raised. I read an article that said you can just hang things up to air out instead of washing. This idea blew me away. I have jeans that have not been washed since I got here. My workout clothes air out and get worn twice. Admitting that makes me feel gross.
I’ve gotten used to having things close. Go to yoga class 10 blocks away? Ehh. A meetup group in Brooklyn? Nope. I was looking for a 5K to register for, but only found one in Manhattan (yes, I registered). Why would I take a subway to Queens to run for 30 minutes? That’s crazy!
Privacy is overrated. I can see exactly what my across-the-street neighbors are watching on TV. I know that Guy Who Sits at Computer in Window received a bouquet of tulips. Common sense tells me that they can see in my window, too, yet sometimes I don’t bother closing the curtains. It’ll only be a minute, then I’ll be dressed. Whatever.
I’d describe New York fashion as sleek. Women all look the same with their skinny jeans and boots. Don’t get me wrong, I love my skinny jeans and boots, but I don’t want to wear them every day. I love color, yet I found myself buying a black shirt and navy blazer at a sale this weekend. My eye has been drawn toward sleeker pieces.
I’ve mentioned this numerous times, but this city is truly inspiring. It’s filled with people who came to achieve their dreams. I’ve been so motivated to write – as you may have noticed from my frequent blog updates – learn and experience as much as I can.
It’s lunchtime. Time to go out for food.
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.