You Know, Moving Stuff
Chef and I did our first big marriage thing this week: we have a joint cellphone plan. Most importantly, I have a Minnesota area code now. No more New York number. It makes the move seem more, I don’t know, real. As in “Oh God, it is really happening.” Now stress and nightmares ensues. I’ve been having a difficult time going to sleep lately (while Bacon is falling asleep everywhere), my food consumption has gone down, while my alcohol consumption has gone up. While I haven’t had vivid moving nightmares (they’re mostly about zombies nowadays), I’ve had a lot of fears, anxiety, and sadness. I have an irrational fear that I’ll never see my friends in New York again, and a rational fear that we’re going to get charged a lot of money for the move because Bacon gets motion sickness (he does puke a lot). There’s also an anxiety about something going wrong in Minneapolis that will make us regret our decision. And then there’s the sadness. Moving in general seems so…definite. Like you’re leaving a friend forever.
This week, I spent a lot of time reflecting on how my life has changed and the only-in-New-York experiences. Most of my major life changes happened in this city and I basically became an adult in this city. Without the city, I don’t know how “me” would be. While New York has kicked me in the pants in many ways possible, I’ll always have a deep nostalgia for all things New York. Panhandlers on stilts, mariachi bands at 7am, the fact that you get really concerned when the homeless man that you see every morning is not there anymore even though you don’t even know his name, and so on. While I will miss a lot of things, there are the little things that I won’t miss anymore: wearing sandals on a rainy day and stepping on subway “juice” on the way up/down the stairs to the train, getting splashed by taxis, the G train, how you have to wait a ridiculously long time to eat at some places (*cough* Prune), when your out-of-town friends want to go to sceney places with mediocre food because they heard Anna Wintour might be there (*cough* Pastis), food snobs, and having the urge to spend all my money on sample sales.
I can’t even list all the things I miss (besides my friends) because there are so many. I’ll miss the convenience of the subways, the crazies and New York characters, bodegas, bodega cats, the restaurant choices, food events, those stupid street fairs, and the fact that I can complain to a random stranger about some New York thing and they’ll be like “I know. Those fuckers.” People might say that New York is such a big city, and that you’ll just be another transplant or a speck of non-importance, when in fact it is the smallest town in the entire world and has a charm like no other. I’ll miss this tiny town. Anyways, it felt good to finally write this down but with this three paragraph of word vomit, I realized that, maybe I am ready to start the next chapter of my life in Minneapolis, whatever that chapter actually entails.
- coffee-is-better likes this
- cherrylet likes this
- fungusinthemilk likes this
- dee-ah-neh likes this
- mllehazelwood likes this
- masalacha likes this
- goldcountry said: My wife and I made the move from NYC to Minneapolis last fall (I’m a native, she wasn’t), and went through many of the things you are going through. If it makes you feel any better, we are both thrilled we did it and couldn’t be happier. Good luck!
- jennabraunstein likes this
- meemsmyselfandi likes this
- half-formed-things likes this
- tigresrocks reblogged this from fritesandfries
- tigresrocks likes this
- goddessofscrumptiousness likes this
- alcazzuri likes this
- kier-b likes this
- peternyc likes this
- lucyhasacrookedheart likes this
- alexieileen said: Rob just put me on his AT&T! And we’re not married yet. I died. He gets like 30% off through his company, so it made sense…but he won’t even let me contribute to paying the bill. It gets me anxious. xo
- fritesandfries posted this