New York on my mind
We spent our holiday weekend in New York with Trent’s family. Yes, all 12 and a half of us. And I’m exhausted. We got home on Sunday, and I still feel like I’ve been sitting on a plane for 3 hours with a toddler. Vacation hangover claims another victim.
The minute we got off our train in the city I leaned over to Trent and said, “You’re going to be so annoyed with me by the end of today.” Why? Because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to shut up about how wonderful the city is and how we could totally live there. Yes, even with our kid and our dog and our piddly little income. People do it all the time. It’s what New York is about, people! Taking the plunge. I think I’m in the minority in this, as most parents I know would rather move to the Ukraine than raise their kids in New York City, but all I could think about was how great it would be to spend a Sunday afternoon in Central Park or to take Lu to the fruit stand on the corner each morning or to send her to a school where a field trip means a trip to the Met or the Museum of Modern Art. And how everyone that I know who lives there is happier there than they’ve ever been.
So now, as I sit at my cube, I keep wishing I could look out the window and see the hi-rise skyline. Nevermind that if I worked in New York, I would be no where near a window office. It’s the dream. Trent promised we could move there if he makes a million dollars at his business or if I make a million dollars. Anyone want to donate?!
You and Brett both, man. Darn city-folk!
I donate the idea of craigslist.org NYC is afforable believe it or not! It is the move that would be intense but it is a wonderful place to be, live and flourish!
http://newyork.craigslist.org/
Megan,
Dude so been there. I spent 13 years there. But on producing Crabtot I have to say, I needed out of there. Try wielding your stroller down the steps of Brooklyn’s crappier F Train stops; and trust me, unless you’re a multi-millionaire, deeeep Brooklyn is where you’ll be living. If you’re lucky. Indeed what a city it is but for my part, parenthood coincided with hardly ever doing anything New Yorky again. Trying to mom it in NYC is quite hard to explain, for it is truly tough if you are strapped for cash. For sure the city offers such a bounty of riches, but in the end we decided the MoMA kiddie breastfeeding couch area wasn’t enough to keep us hanging on by a thread and dealing with terrible public transport and cramped, pricey quarters.
So we decamped west…where we remain as deeply unsatisfied as before. Yay! I write a lot about this “grass is greener” stuff in my early posts at Cookie magazine, to plug shamelessly. If you ever wish to hear about a former NYC girl who fled on becoming a mother, do stop by. In the meantime, glad you enjoyed your visit. Nothing quite measures up to the fabulousness of visiting NYC. Especially not living there. IMHO. 🙂