The hardest part and the most annoying thing about NYC is getting places. It's about three miles to work and it takes me forty minutes. Stopping by Michael's doesn't mean getting in my truck, Lola (who I miss very very much), and driving 5 minutes. It's finding the right subway (thank goodness for iPhones), walking to the subway, waiting for the subway, stopping at all the stops in between your destination, arriving at the stop, walking to the destination. It's not that it's hard, but it's time consuming and I'm lazy, especially when it's cold and windy. It does, however, feel like I'm accomplishing something somehow. Like in some way I'm fulfilling what my legs are for, walking places. It's crazy how different it is and how much transit types effect culture. I honestly feel that's the main difference between NYC and AZ, I'm sure M would beg to differ. But I do know that when I get off of my train I'm walking super fast along with my fellow New Yorkers. I think people move so fast and are so no-nonsense in this city because it takes so damn long to get anywhere. You often feel rushed. I also think that New Yorkers are more tolerant of other people because they're always forced to be surrounded by them. I used to love driving to work because it was my alone time, windows down and music up. There is never alone time in NYC if you don't have a car. I certainly can't sing out loud on the subway while listening to my iPod. It's been one of the biggest challenges for me. I miss driving, I'm obviously still figuring out all the subways, I'm a little claustrophobic underground, it's a bit depressing.
NYC does bring out some kind of primal survival mode though, toughness I didn't know I possessed. I kind of feel like I'm conquering life. Or as they say in NYC...LINNING!!!
Anyway, after my trek to Michael's, M and I went to my boss' son's birthday party. It was awesome seeing that side of him, so nice to be included, and always great to have free food and wine (:
Oh, and big news! M got cable today. To watch Knicks games. I owe Jeremy Lin a big thank you. I'll try and forget the fact that we just met in my dream on the beach and when I tried talking to him he wasn't very responsive, he was also Latino so it's probably important that I remember it was just a dream.
Totally napped through my night, M is out with some friends, I'm regretting not going now, would've loved to meet some people and go out in a new spot. Now it's just me and HBO. I think I'll be alright (:
Check out my new sleep eye mask!
