I enjoyed a relaxing Saturday yesterday. That may be something taken for granted by many, but I've been working Saturdays every weekend at J. Crew for the last 21 months! Sleeping in, getting stuff done around the house, and going for a walk are all things new to my Saturdays, and they are all beautiful.
Zack, on the other hand, had a bar prep lecture to go to and had to be up early. Poor guy.
I did spend most of the day yesterday unpacking boxes, and I actually made a dent! Our living room is almost done, kitchen and bathroom are done, and the bedroom and dining area, well, I've at least started on them. Our apartment is about 500 sq. feet, huge by Manhattan standards but the half the size of our old place. The boxes completely overwhelm it, even with the high ceiling and enormous windows, and in fact the boxes even seem to expand and multiply. Yesterday, after getting through half a dozen of them, it seemed like there were even more left than there were when I started. Then the boxes started to not only grow, but to move as well! I swear their alive, and procreating! Yesterday, dizziness set in, and, I'm not proud, but I may have freaked out a bit. Over cardboard. That sweet man of mine calmed me down and took me out for some air. I still feel a little claustrophobic in here, but now I have a couch to sit on when the boxes start making my head spin.
We got a few things done today before we had to meet someone to look at our car. Having someone look at our car means taking the 6 train all the way up to where it ends in the Bronx, getting our car front the garage across the street from the subway, and making the 8 mile (but 45 minute) drive back to Manhattan. No one seems to want to just meet us in the Bronx to look at it, and seeing the Bronx, I don't blame them. It's not unsafe, for the most part, and it's not even that dirty or unkempt. It's just not very pleasant.
On both of our subway rides today, homeless people got on asking for money. One man went around singing in tune, and tapping his cane in time. He went up to everyone saying "smile, it won't mess up your hair". He was so cheerful, even though he was handicapped and homeless. What a reminder to smile and be thankful through everything life throws at us. Both of the homeless people walked from car to car while the train was moving! I don't know how they didn't end up flattened under the subway, but I do know that's how it would go for me. The one New York experience I'm ok with not having: being flattened by the 6 train.
Tomorrow I start my new job, still with J. Crew at their corporate office. I'm really excited to begin working again, to have a routine, and I'm actually not that nervous about the job itself. Yet. Not nervous yet. I'm sure that will come.
Last thing, the Queensboro Bridge Food Emporium has an entire section dedicated to coffee and chocolate! COFFEE AND CHOCOLATE! I'm in love with this city.
Smile, it won't mess up your hair!
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