I feel like I’ve spent a lot of time telling you want I don’t like about New York (rats, garbage, laundromats, etc.), but there is so much here to love. I keep hearing that springtime in New York can’t be beat. The same way summer in Seattle makes you forget about the rainy months. Or autumn in Minneapolis makes you want to kick through the leaves with a big smile on your face.
It’s officially spring here. The trees are budding. Daffodils are showing their faces at parks. The shops along Fifth boast bright, cheerful skirts and Ts. New Yorkers are taking advantage of dinners in sidewalk cafes (I had my first one of the season last week!). People are making warm weather plans for baseball games and concerts in the parks.
I was dreading my bi-weekly trip to Clothespin Laundromat this afternoon. I spent the washing time on a plastic chair reading Tina Fey’s “Bossypants” next to a guy who insisted on humming. He wasn’t humming along with the soft rock on the radio. He was humming his own tune. Annoying.
As soon as I switched to the dryer, I was outta there for 42 minutes. I walked uptown along the Hudson – it’s one of my favorite running spots – but today I was walking. Lingering. Appreciating. I stopped and watched the (murky brown) water lap along the shore. Runners seemed to slow a bit to take in the tulips and daffodils. The benches and lawns weren’t crowded, but people were out, enjoying the springiness.
I walked back the the laundromat with a spring in my step, happy thoughts in my head. I dropped my clean dry clothes and towels into a cart, like a pro and wheeled over to the folding table, where I carefully folded my shirts and pants. Usually I just shove them in my bag and get out of there as quickly as possible. I loaded everything into the perfect laundry duffel bag my sister said I could keep, and made my way home. I cracked my bedroom window open and took note of the budding tree right outside my window.
I think springtime in New York will be good indeed.