...that's what coming back to my blog after two months away is like. It's not that I forgot about my favorite summer dress, but it's just been too cold to wear it. So I put it away, knowing I'd get back to it when the earth warmed up and the sun started to shine again. My blog has been sitting on the shelf for a while, because not only did I go on vacation for almost three weeks, but I've been settling into life here. So let me fill you in on the last few weeks of winter, and re-introduce you to my favorite dress... I mean, blog.
survived the curse of the city. As the long winter months stretched
endlessly on into what felt like Narnia "always winter and never
Christmas" I discovered something even more terrifying than the barren,
frozen concrete. Bed bugs. These creatures are the bane of the earth,
and I cannot believe that I had them. Sure, I'd heard tales, but they
were obscure, hazy, stories that belonged more in a sci-fi novel, not
actual reality. I had no real understanding of what they were or how
they were to be avoided. To say they are like the Black Death is a gross
overstatement, but in the moment it definitely felt like I had some
sort of shameful disease, with itchy bites, in which I was worthy of
quarantine and sympathy looks from those who knew (and very few knew, as
they are the curse of the city, and just saying it too loudly causes
people to run in terror and not touch you or enter your home. So maybe
comparing them to the Black Death isn't a massive overstatement).
process of getting rid of these heinous bugs is extensive and
expensive. While our landlord paid for the extermination, we had to bear
the burden of paying for everything else. Everything had to be
laundered - everything. Towels, sheets, clothing, rugs, the shower
curtain. And we have to pay for our laundry here. That alone cost me
almost $200, to send out my laundry and pay for it to be washed and
dried. Then everything had to be put into plastic bags and sealed shut -
pictures came off the walls, books came off the shelves - our apartment
was a wasteland. We had to live like this for 2 weeks. But I am happy
to announce that we have been bed-bug free now for 2 1/2 months. And I
have turned into a paranoid, crazy person. There is no way to avoid them
and there is no way to determine from whence they came. Ergo, stepping
into the street and onto the train, and into stores each day is a scare.
I am just hoping bed bugs are like lightning - and never strike the
same place twice...
-I went to NC for 18 days. It was a
wonderful visit to my sweet home and I was able to celebrate Jillian's
beautiful wedding with close friends. I held babies, kissed them, caught
up with friends over coffee and dinner and laughed with cherished
friends. I miss them all so much, but going back was surprisingly good
closure for me. Many of my friends are moving out of the area, getting
married, and are starting families. Our last "hoorah!" was held in the
house I lived in for over 2 years with incredible women - they are all
moving to different places and now I don't know who will take over that
lease. I left Raleigh with closure, love and treasured memories, and
with renewed determination to make NYC home. Life never goes backwards,
and I am thankful to be here.
-I have not been diligent
with my compilation of crazy customer stories lately. I only have one
from the last week - I asked a customer (50's-ish) for her email
address. She looked at me and asked "what's email?" Now, I realize she
wasn't born yesterday (perhaps she thinks I was with that ridiculous
tale). But c'mon. Come up with a more convincing lie. Or at least say -
-I've been obsessed with St. Vincent and David Byrne's Love This Giant as of late.
friend Kelcie's mom and her friend came into the city for a visit, so I
got to spend some time with them doing "touristy" things that I haven't
had a chance to do before. We rented boats in Central Park and yes, I
rowed and yes, I was horrible at it. It was really fun, and only $10 for
an hour, so not a bad deal. We also went to the Met (I loooove museums,
but hadn't had a chance to go to the Met yet. We perused just a small
section of the museum and I am determined to make it a day trip in the
-Summer is coming. I went out for a drink
with my friend Margaret the other night and as we walked through
Brooklyn, I commented on the excitement summer brings to the city. The
restaurants open up their full-length windows and doors, tables and
chairs spill onto the sidewalk, heat rises from the concrete and the
buzz of conversation flows through the city into the warm, humid
summer's night air. Summer is my least favorite season, but living in a
place where it's May and only 60 does make me crave the warm, humid
nights. Let's see how I feel come July!
-I miss being
able to see the stars here. I hadn't realized until I went back home
just how much I had missed my favorite activity - stargazing.
I hope like the dress I've missed, you have enjoyed coming back to my
blog. I promise I'll have some crazy customer stories for you soon!