Diary of a new New Yorker: Month #1
To my friends in Beantown: I miss you already. Here's what I've been up to since I caught a bus to the Big Apple.
1) OPDs
I am a dog lover without a dog. Hence, I've made a hobby of coveting other people's dogs (OPDs), and New York has abundant dog-coveting opportunities! There are dog runs, dog gyms, and dogs walking everywhere. In one day I saw 4 West Highland White terriers (the breed of my darling, late, great Grimley Angus MacTavish)
2) Crazies on Skates
How I envy the reckless abandon with which these people glide around a small section of Central Park, dancing on roller skates (skates, not blades) to funky music. Some are crowd pleasers, and make sport of how many bottles they can balance on their heads while taking sharp curves. Some dance in hand-holding three-somes, some are in their own world. I like to watch them and imagine what they do in their day jobs.
3) 130+ blocks to work
I am currently commuting each morning from a friend's place up in Washington Heights, which makes for ample reading time on the subway each day. Currently I am lost in "One Hundred Years of Solitude" (Gabriel Garcia Marquez) for about 260 blocks each day, to and fro. And it's absolutely magical storytelling, and I almost hate to get off the train at my stop. Sigh. Sigh. Have you read this book? You must read this book. :)
So those are some of my New York minutes. It's been a tiring month, adjusting to the new job and all. But I'm slowly getting settled, I think. Still no forwarding address to give you, but God will provide. Miss you all!
2 comments:
The late, great Grimley Angus MacTavish Wesolowski! I saw that tartan when we were in Scotland...but resigned myself to a pair of cashmere gloves instead. What a loss.
ps - welcome back...don't ever leave us again!
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