I’m back in New York. With the amount I complain about this city you would think I absolutely hate it.
That could not be further from the truth.
I actually really like the city. It’s energetic. It’s different every day. It keeps me on my toes. I love that I can get a vegan red velvet cupcake at 3:30AM from two different places. I love that I can see Anne Hathaway randomly walking in the Village. I love the noise. I love knowing what the rest of the country will be wearing before they do.
It really is an amazing city. And I’m really glad I got to live here. I’m glad I was on the cutting edge, at least for a while. I’m glad I lived in the fast lane and survived.
I won’t be sorry to leave. But I will be sorry if I don't find my way back once in a while.
Monday, February 23, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Still Sunny
So, I'm still in Florida. "Well, aren't you supposed to be in New York?" you ask.
Well, yes. Yes, I am.
I don't know whether the events of yesterday morning were a miracle or a nightmare. So I'm deciding they are neither and concisely deciding to NOT overreact to the fact that I am talking ALL of my sick days for the whole year in one week...in February. And my personal ones as well, now that I think about it.
Life is so exciting in the Sunshine State.
The moment I landed in Florida my throat started hurting. By day three I was suffering from a full-blown, kill-me-now...no-really-can't-you-see-I-want-to-die, cold. Fever, headache, all over body aches--you name it--I had it. I've been through almost an entire pallet of tissue (the industrial size from Costco). And cartons of OJ. And my mom has been stuffing so many pills down my throat I have NO idea how many of those I have taken. If I had been in New York I would have been miserable. But the weather here is so nice and being with my family has been so fantastic, I really haven't the inclination to feel like crap. For the most part. I had a few martinis (for $4!!) with a friend I've known for 16 years, I went to see "Confessions of a Shopoholic" with my cousin, we threw a huge birthday party for my sister and I got to see my nephew (from a distance because of my "sickness"), and I've been napping in our hammock. All in all, it's been fantastic. With a little miserable thrown in there for good measure.
Everything was all set for my fun Florida vacation to end on Monday, when, late on Sunday night, I felt a little tingle in my ear. I went to sleep anyway, and woke up the next morning with a full-blown inner-ear infection. Now, I was just going to get on the plane, but my mother suggested we go down to the walk in clinic down the road and get a prescription before I got on the plane so I could get it filled in NY. So we waited...and we waited to see a doctor. Two hours later, he finally takes a look at my ears and two seconds later he is telling me I shouldn't get on the plane because my ear drum could burst. "Do you want a note?" he asks.
"Why, yes," I reply. "Yes, I do."
So now my flight has been rescheduled for Friday and I have another week in Florida. Like I said before, I'm not sure if this is a dream come true or a huge problem. I think I'm going with a dream come true and I'll deal with the other stuff as I go. I gotta run, my nose is running. Time for another tissue.
Well, yes. Yes, I am.
I don't know whether the events of yesterday morning were a miracle or a nightmare. So I'm deciding they are neither and concisely deciding to NOT overreact to the fact that I am talking ALL of my sick days for the whole year in one week...in February. And my personal ones as well, now that I think about it.
Life is so exciting in the Sunshine State.
The moment I landed in Florida my throat started hurting. By day three I was suffering from a full-blown, kill-me-now...no-really-can't-you-see-I-want-to-die, cold. Fever, headache, all over body aches--you name it--I had it. I've been through almost an entire pallet of tissue (the industrial size from Costco). And cartons of OJ. And my mom has been stuffing so many pills down my throat I have NO idea how many of those I have taken. If I had been in New York I would have been miserable. But the weather here is so nice and being with my family has been so fantastic, I really haven't the inclination to feel like crap. For the most part. I had a few martinis (for $4!!) with a friend I've known for 16 years, I went to see "Confessions of a Shopoholic" with my cousin, we threw a huge birthday party for my sister and I got to see my nephew (from a distance because of my "sickness"), and I've been napping in our hammock. All in all, it's been fantastic. With a little miserable thrown in there for good measure.
Everything was all set for my fun Florida vacation to end on Monday, when, late on Sunday night, I felt a little tingle in my ear. I went to sleep anyway, and woke up the next morning with a full-blown inner-ear infection. Now, I was just going to get on the plane, but my mother suggested we go down to the walk in clinic down the road and get a prescription before I got on the plane so I could get it filled in NY. So we waited...and we waited to see a doctor. Two hours later, he finally takes a look at my ears and two seconds later he is telling me I shouldn't get on the plane because my ear drum could burst. "Do you want a note?" he asks.
"Why, yes," I reply. "Yes, I do."
So now my flight has been rescheduled for Friday and I have another week in Florida. Like I said before, I'm not sure if this is a dream come true or a huge problem. I think I'm going with a dream come true and I'll deal with the other stuff as I go. I gotta run, my nose is running. Time for another tissue.
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