Re·al·i·ty: the quality or state of being real
I live in Manhattan.
This particular thought has gone through my head a lot over the last few days. Sometimes it is accompanied by feelings of wonder and joy, and sometimes it is accompanied by feelings of uh-oh. Fortunately, it is usually the former.
I did have an uh-oh moment yesterday. My belongings finally made it from Los Angeles, intact save for a few broken glasses. As I spent the day unpacking, reality set it. All of the sudden, I am not living out of a suitcase in someone else’s apartment. I am sleeping in my own bed and eating takeout off my own plates. (I have used the oven in my apartment exactly one time, and that one time, the fire alarm went off. I took that as a sign not to cook.)
It is interesting (well, maybe just to me) what items made me particularly giddy when I unpacked. My framed photograph of a Manhattan Beach lifeguard tower. My wooden pig I hang my keys on (my grandfather made it). And my shoes.
This is my first Christmas away from my family. I miss you all. (And yes, I mailed your presents.) Thank God two of my favorite people in the entire world are coming to visit. Ye-haw!
For those of you who have asked about the transit strike, basically, it sucks. I am lucky in that I can walk to work. Many of my co-workers are bridge and tunnel, and their commutes were not easy. People are definitely taking it in stride though. New Yorkers seem to be that way. Just like I am going to take it in stride that I have a closet full of fabulous shoes that I can’t wear until the mercury rises. Because, as it turns out, I am now a New Yorker.
This particular thought has gone through my head a lot over the last few days. Sometimes it is accompanied by feelings of wonder and joy, and sometimes it is accompanied by feelings of uh-oh. Fortunately, it is usually the former.
I did have an uh-oh moment yesterday. My belongings finally made it from Los Angeles, intact save for a few broken glasses. As I spent the day unpacking, reality set it. All of the sudden, I am not living out of a suitcase in someone else’s apartment. I am sleeping in my own bed and eating takeout off my own plates. (I have used the oven in my apartment exactly one time, and that one time, the fire alarm went off. I took that as a sign not to cook.)
It is interesting (well, maybe just to me) what items made me particularly giddy when I unpacked. My framed photograph of a Manhattan Beach lifeguard tower. My wooden pig I hang my keys on (my grandfather made it). And my shoes.
This is my first Christmas away from my family. I miss you all. (And yes, I mailed your presents.) Thank God two of my favorite people in the entire world are coming to visit. Ye-haw!
For those of you who have asked about the transit strike, basically, it sucks. I am lucky in that I can walk to work. Many of my co-workers are bridge and tunnel, and their commutes were not easy. People are definitely taking it in stride though. New Yorkers seem to be that way. Just like I am going to take it in stride that I have a closet full of fabulous shoes that I can’t wear until the mercury rises. Because, as it turns out, I am now a New Yorker.
posted by Erika at 8:55 PM
2 Comments:
Yay, you live in MANHATTAN!!!! And it kills me that I didn't get a plane ticket before the prices started rising :-( I really want to be there for NYE.
I hope that you have a wonderful, WHITE Christmas!!!!
xo
I got your card this morning as I set off to catch my flight to Scotland.Thank you. Have a fantastic Christmas.love M
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