Yes, I made that up. Because I can. I love the Power of Blog.
I was sitting in the office the other day, thinking back to 15 years ago, when I moved up here from The City. I cannot believe it was 15 years ago. Of course, neither can I believe I am over 40 - but we won't go there. Some of the early highlights of my life North of the Center of Civilization (or so they say) were:
Leaving a package on the bus (I didn't have a car), realizing I had done so after I got to the office, calling the bus company, meeting the same bus with a different driver on its next round - where the driver stopped, got off and handed me my package.
Standing at the bus stop waiting for my home bound bus and noticing a big, burly guy in a football jersey, blue jeans, pantyhose and high heels.
Going on a meet/greet first date with a guy who tossed a baby seat in the back of the car, told me he wasn't married and didn't have kids, drove to a cheap beer joint, got out of the car and headed for the door (without checking to see if I was out of the car), went in (without holding the door open for me), surprisingly, did NOT ask for separate checks, and then the first question out of his mouth was: "If I came home really late and you had made dinner for me, would you be pissed?" My answer was: "No. Because I will never be anywhere you are, dinner made or not." End of date.
My cats, Tippet and Woody, lying on their separate windowsills in my glorious apartment - looking out of the windows at bushes and birds, instead of Brooklyn rooftops. My first home here was in a beautiful, 70 year old apartment complex that was built in the English Tudor style - with hardwood floors, high ceilings, and a working fireplace. If anything went wrong, it was fixed the same day. I could use that now - where is the maintenance crew when I need them?!
Buying a car over the phone - a used Geo Metro - and having the dealer send someone almost an hour south to pick me up and bring me to the dealership to get it.
Driving the same car way north to spend an entire day taking kayaking lessons - after doing nothing more strenuous than dodging traffic and subway rats for three years. I was so tired driving home, I was shaking. And slept the entire rest of the weekend.
Opening my first paycheck and realizing I had taken a 50% hit in my salary.
It was totally worth it.