pardon my blues.

Thursday, October 2, 2008

I'm still learning what it means to be a New Yorker, but so far I've found that despite their differences, they all have one thing in common: they love living here, but approximately one day per month, they just want OUT.

Perhaps they are exhausted by the prospect of spending another week (or two? or three?) looking for a job and feeling like a little fish in a big, huge, giant (did I mention big?) pond. A pond that is teeming with larger fish who have more experience and better connections than the little fish. Also, did I mention the pond is experiencing a sharp economic downturn?

Or it could be that in an attempt to experience some good old fashioned Warehouse Club grocery shopping, they wound up spending FIVE hours just trying to get to Costco and back. And when they got home, they realized they had no where to put a giant box of Raisin Bran.

I miss Salt Lake. I miss being able to get in my car and drive to the Maverick. I crave comfort and potlucks and familiarity and convenience stores and uncomfortable shoes and evening strolls that include a limited, yet predictable array of scents. Tonight, I hope I dream about grocery stores with aisles wider than my elbow room and a kitchen big enough to hold a fridge.

I love New York and I love living here, but today is my day to want out. Tomorrow will be different. I'll talk to you then.


Will said...

Dude, this is what New Jersey is for. Here's what you do: bring one of those weird, rolling shopping baskets that I'm sure you've seen by now to the 34th St. PATH stop (It's underground, connected by a weird maze of tunnels and glass walls to the subway. Board a Jersey City-bound PATH train. When the train reaches a stop called Pavonia/Newport, get off. Look for a large mall. Hell, shop in the mall if you're homesick for malls; Jersey gives good mall. They have like a 12-screen movie theater in there, but I digress. Now, push your cart 1 block south of the mall. Viola! Giant Shop Rite grocery store. Wide aisles and everything. Then you just have to find the train again and you're all set.

lisa said...

Angie! Salt Lake misses you too! Come back!

Miko said...

Sorry you're bummin' ((hugs))

sarah at said...

We miss you too, but remember that you're just at the beginning of an adventure! It'll get better. And I love you, seester.

Andrea said...

Angie, I just heard about your marriage and saw some of your photos, you look amazing, it looks like a perfect day. Congrats to you!! It sounds like you are embarking on a new adventure in NYC, best of luck to you and your new cute hubby. Take care.

Jessica said...

I will tell you that I COULD NOT be an NYC girl! But, nat says that your place is darling, and it is NOT forever. I WOULD TRADE YOUR NYC life most days for our Bates Motel life.

Change is not easy. But remember, it is not forever. Dave has an amazing op, to go to Columbia. And you my dear, are in the fashion capitol of the world.

You will feel better shortly. But SLC does miss you.

I am going to reference you and your croc strory on my blog if that is ok.

Love and miss. Kiss the dead pigeon for me. :)

reno said...

Thanks for all your kind words... but seriously, I'm fine. That's the thing about this feeling: it really is fleeting. Today was a gorgeous, cool, crisp fall day in New York and there was nowhere else I'd rather be.

But I still miss you.