NYC: Month 1 reflections

Written earlier on UA 19 from JFK to SFO


Three distracting thoughts:
1) I've been in NYC for a month!?
2) I only have time to write inflight. And it's always flight 19. Sad.
3) At least my footrest isn't broken this time.

It's amazing how fast time flies. George is now five months old (!), and I've officially been a New York City resident for a month (well, plus or minus two days, but who's counting, right). I can wax poetic about how the season is changing and summer is upon us, and blah blah blah, but that would just be more words to hide the fact that, well, I don't have a lot to update.

The fact that I'm on flight 19 means that I'm headed to San Francisco again. Yep, I was just there less than two weeks ago. And I'll be back again in less than two weeks. I assure you that the irony of the situation is not lost on me. Of course I happen to be driving a project at work that's based in SF right after I move. And of course, I have to fly back and forth even before the last boxes are unpacked at my new apartment. (For those keeping track, there are still 6 boxes. No progress in nearly 2 weeks. Yikes!)

And with what little actual time I have left in NYC, I'm trying to adapt to my new city. For example, like every proper New Yorker, I left the city for Memorial Day long weekend to officially kick off summer. I didn't go to the Hamptons, but the Hudson River Valley comes a close second in terms of nearby escapes. And it has better food. And like every New Yorker, I felt that being in the suburbs for 48 hours somehow "rejuvenated" me but was then inexplicably relieved to return to a place where you willingly trade tranquility for 24-hour Duane Reade's and free delivery from any restaurant.

Speaking of delivery, I've now officially ordered more takeout in the last month than I have the entire previous year combined. Some have been stellar (Blossom vegetarian) and others less than stellar (Grand Sichuan Chinese). I also happily fork over three dollars for a smallish red velvet cupcake from Billy's almost every other day. (Damn them for being on my way home from work.)

A few updates from my last reflections post:
-I have monitor risers at work now. But I've also already moved offices. No joke.

-Still no doctor yet. Nor PT for that matter. American healthcare sucks.

-My shoes have been resoled, though by my peeps in SF when I was last in town. At least I can walk again, right? :)

-George hasn't learned any new behaviours, but he's getting better about not picking up random pieces of paper on the street. He really really really likes paper. Perhaps I should write to Cesar Millan. I hear he's one of my followers on Twitter.

-I haven't crossed town (except to get to the airport) since my last post. And have no plans to anytime soon.

This is the part of the flight when I should be getting those chocolate chip cookies, and also when my laptop battery is about to die (left my power adapter in my suitcase, of course). Words cannot express how glad I am that #2 on the upgrade list didn't show so I got his/her spot. Flying across the country every other week is a bit less rough if you don't have to sit in the back. :)