I came to New York with a whole list of things I wanted to see, do and accomplish. But I’ve seen and done things I did not intend to see and do.
One of those things happened tonight. I had just gotten home and looked out of my bedroom into the living room and saw a mouse run out of the kitchen and under the couch. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the phone to call the doormen. No answer. While I was standing there, that darn mouse ran out from under the couch and right into my bedroom.
About an hour and a few phone calls later, maintenance came up with four mouse traps and told me what to do. I was freaked out. “Are you OK,” Eddie asked me. I shook my head. He told me I’d be fine. I didn’t believe him.
I also had no intention of getting evicted. As you read in my previous post. Still don’t know where we’re at on that. Apparently we have no lease as of Dec. 1.
Experience a hurricane was not on my to-do list, but I did that, too. I flew in to JFK over the Rockaways yesterday. It’s as bad as they say on TV. Parts of the boardwalk tossed about, boats looked like a kid threw them in a pile.
I didn’t know that live with an unstable roommate was a right of passage in New York, but check! Done with that one.
Apparently “run into guys I dated” is also a must-do when in New York. In a city of 8.2 million people, I’m now at five run-ins.
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.