The Deets on my Rocky Relationship...with NYC

After just a week of being back from my midwest trip to see my parents, my boss tells me I'm going to St. Paul for a few days to work and I COULDN'T BE HAPPIER. My trip to Cinci just wasn't long enough. I was enjoying things like... sitting in the car.... paying less than $14 for a drink... clothes that go on sale... SITTING ON THE PATIO. Seriously guys. Manhattan is great but my heart will always be in the midwest. 

Plus. What's better than a glass of wine in front of a "fire pit"

I feel like this blog needs to happen because... well. Quite frankly I've noticed a year in the big city has made me forget what normal life is. And yes. I say normal because there's no way this city can be classified as normal. 

After fighting for 2 months with my apartment complex to not raise my rent $175/month I had a mini breakdown on a random sidewalk on my way to work. YES. I was that girl. I was screaming on the phone to my mom and going to crazy town and back. Luckily some crappy food vendor was around the corner and I was able to calm myself with a blueberry muffin the size of my face. Now you all know how to make me happy. It's no longer my fault if you can't calm me down. I actually just told you the secret. 

Anyway. This city has been my dream for so long but I can't lie. Another year here seems very intimidating. First, how did I survive 12 months already? How has $12 for a pound of chicken and body checking people on your way to work become a normal thing? I was walking home yesterday from the gym and a pigeon wing actually hit me in the head. Like that was a new experience. Could have been worse. It could have crapped on me. 

Actually that last sentence is actually how I take on this city. "It could be worse." I live in 200 square feet with no natural sunlight but at least I don't have mice. I don't have a patio but I can walk out my door and have 20 different options for outdoor seating at restaurants. I don't have a car but can take a taxi .... oh wait. Hate the taxis. One time the guy slammed on the brakes so hard I face planted  into the plexiglass. It was pretty painful but I lived to tell the story.

Anyway. I go to Minnesota tomorrow and I'm hoping to see lots of friends and also hoping to just live the good life. I want to see the river. I want to not hear horns honking. I swear to God if I hear a horn honk I will personally run up to that car and scream at them and wave my hands around a whole bunch like a crazy New Yorker. I want to eat dinner at a restaurant that actually HAS ranch. I want to hear that silly lil accent that makes the rest of the country think the whole state is from Fargo. I want to say "ya know" at the end of every single sentence. 

There's no doubt that this city has the best food, entertainment, sights, etc. I get frustrated when people come here and don't experience it. The experiences I am having will help shape me for the person I become but PLEASE. If I become a lifer here... DON'T LET ME FORGET WHAT NORMAL LIFE IS. With all that said, we shall see what year 2 brings. I feel like it's gonna be a big year with lots of changes. Let's do this.