Happy Labor Day!
A Vintage Nomad went nomadic…again. This time to the City that Never Sleeps; The City So Nice, They Named it Twice; The City of Lights; The Big Apple. That’s right, New York City.
I’ve only been here for two weeks and they’ve been eventful, to say the least. I arrived in the city after an eight hour train ride, with several suitcases in tow, to discover my apartment needed several urgent repairs. However, this was Friday at 5pm. I don’t need to explain any further.
After a long, hot, discouraging weekend, I spent the first week trying to get everything repaired, find the nearest grocery store, and take care of my newly developed blister on my heel. This was not in any movie I watched about New York City. I have watched them all. I never saw Meg Ryan limping down the street with blisters trying to find a 24-hour CVS. I never saw Cary Grant in An Affair to Remember walk by an exposed man. Maybe it was in the extended editions.
One month before, when I went apartment hunting I lucked out on a studio with a washer and dryer (a rarity by NCY standards). I didn’t think I would need a laundry bag, so I didn’t bother bringing one. Welcome day five: the washer doesn’t work. Dirty towels and clothes are piling up, no sign of a maintenance man, and I don’t own a laundry bag.
Duck tape is every southerner’s favorite go-to, second, to Hefty garbage bags. So, you guessed it, I walked (limped) down the streets of New York lugging a giant black Hefty garbage bag of my dirty clothes. The whole time hoping I didn’t run into Harrison Ford or James Spader.
Fast forward a few days and I now have clean, folded, and ironed clothes. My apartment is coming together quite nicely. Thank you Ikea and Wayfair. I’ve made friends with several neighborhood dogs. And I’ve mastered the subway. Now if I can make friends with the dog’s owners and find a favorite coffee shop, I’ll have the city conquered in no time.
There have been a lot of good things the past couple of weeks too. My mom went out to grab coffee one day and saw Pam from the Office, I’ve eaten my weight in excellent New York food, and got to go to the top of the Empire State Building.
To my dear readers may you too step out and follow your dreams, however, make sure you pack a few Hefty garbage bags. Will update soon.
“There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.”