After 18-ish long months, NYC can breathe easy again: I’m back, on at least a semi-permanent basis. Did you miss me, city? No, I should go fuck myself if I’m not going to spare any change and HONK-RATS-GIVEMEALLYOURFINGERNAILS? Oh, OK then.
Just kidding, I feel like the city has given me a very warm welcome back. The first day’s thunderstorms led to karaoke-with-strangers adventures, and since then, it’s been nothing but sunny, pleasant days, great professional opportunities, and OK yes, the occasional rat sighting.
Does it feel weird to be back? Yes and no. In some ways, I feel totally transplanted and in others, I feel like I never left. Here’s a run down of what’s changed, and what hasn’t:
- There are tons of new bars and restaurants, but sometimes that happens overnight, so I don’t feel too out of it.
- It’s gotten harder to walk up subway stairs or in heels. This is probably because I have gotten older and a little fatter, and not so much New York’s fault.
- “Girl, you got some big, pretty legs,” said a rando on the street, reminding me that “compliments” in this city are still generally horrifying.
So, that’s the update. I’m going to try to get back to regular posts here, because I just don’t feel like the internet gets enough of me.