My first day here I walked myself nearly to death. I wanted to check out a particular neighborhood and go to Crate and Barrel to see if they have the glassware I want (never mind that I don't have an APARTMENT yet) and then to H&M to see if they have the earrings I like, because while I don't have my own place, I do have my own ears and I like to decorate them. So I ended up walking about 100 blocks. Ish.
When I got back to my friend's apartment, I told her that I was too old to live in New York and what was I doing here, this was a huge mistake. She reminded me that most people who live here don't walk 100 blocks at a time, was I crazy? I conceded that she had a point.
It feels weird to be here. It is both familiar and strange. A lot of things have changed, but some are exactly the same. My bank is in the same place, and right across from H&M, thank you. Some of the train lines are different, but I can still find my way around. The place where I love to go for lunch is still in business, but right across the street there's a new Starbuck's and a bank. My old friends are here, but I have met some new people already. We went for a drink after work today to a nicer place than we used to go and spent a lot more than we used to spend.
It's not the New York I used to live in, but it is still New York.