notes on moving
… 50% of unpacking time involves wandering around, confused, trying to locate where you last set down the box cutter.
… feeling a little uneasy / homesick / overwhelmed, i took a break from setting up to visit our local coffee shop. the second the barista smiled warmly and asked, “what’d want, love?” i knew everything would be ok. that and caffeine. caffeine always helps.
… we’ve met most of our neighbors and they’ve been so kind and welcoming. and so weird. like typical, wacky, not-sure-what-they-do-for-a-living caricatures of ‘new yorkers’.
… within a one block radius, we’ve found our hardware store, dry cleaner, pharmacy, etc. and based on my purchases (everything you need to clean, fix and set up house) the merchants have sweetly welcomed us to the neighborhood. when they ask where we moved from and i answer “chicago”, everyone says the same thing: “what a great city!” to which i proudly nod.
… tonight one friend is taking me to soul cycle and tomorrow another is taking me to flywheel. each is passionately convinced that their choice is better than the other. it’s very reminiscent of an election year. which means i’ll probably vigorously agree with each in her presence but, secretly, not really think there’s a difference between the two.
… with that, please forgive my paltry posts until we get settled. and, most importantly, i hope the sun is shining as brightly as it is here - wherever you may be!