In a couple of weeks, I’m moving to Mexico City with the huzzband. Because, you know, New York City isn’t loco enough for the two of us.
I’ve been in a reflective mood lately — ruminating these past 4 years and 7 months spent in la gran manzana. Just as when I left (almighty) Texas, there are things I will miss and not miss about New York, and things I have mastered, and have not mastered about life here. So let’s start with the bragging:
WHAT I’VE MASTERED
- The giant, web-like NYC subway and mass transit system. I know it pretty damn well, except the mysterious j/m/z line.
- Driving in NYC. I’m an expert. I can haul you from LaGuardia to JFK, from Jersey City to White Plains, from Harlem to Battery Park City, all in a timely fashion and absolutely without getting lost. Without getting frazzled? An entirely different matter.
- Ordering coffee from the coffee cart men parked on 7th Ave between 17th and 18th street. I’m a regular — so well-loved I don’t even have to order. I just walk up, and boom, there’s my iced coffee made just how I like it.
- Hailing and riding in taxis, although it still makes me uncomfortable to let someone else drive me around. It’s the same feeling I get when I see nannies pushing not-their-own babies in strollers.
- The job market.
WHAT I HAVEN’T MASTERED
- The fashion scene. From day one, I have felt pretty much one of two emotions: Pissed for not being in a situation where I can blow a ton of my budget on clothes/shoes, or pissed at how silly and frivolous fashion tends to be and that I wish I could be a part of it.
- The bar scene. Bars in NYC stay open until 4 a.m, but I’m not sure I’ve even made it to 2 a.m. I don’t consider this a bad thing, though — I just can’t keep up with all the drunks in this city, nor do I aspire to. Thats not to say I don’t love bars – no matter what state or country I’m in — I love visiting bars. My favorite in NYC is Toad Hall, which happens to be next door to my favorite NYC restaurant, Papatzul.
WHAT I WILL MISS
- The subway. (Although Mexico City has a cleaner, happier subway system).
- The startling diversity of my neighborhood, Astoria. It’s a glorious melting pot, rarely boiling over.
- Astoria Park.
- The often friendly, warm people I have met.
- The brisk, exciting pace of life pretty much only found in New York City.
- And finally, the views:
WHAT I WON’T MISS
- The subway. (What can I say? It’s a love-hate relationship.)
- The political and cultural snobbery. Anyone who is not a liberal and who does not know what a Balenciaga bag, or whatever the latest dumb fashion craze is, may not feel very welcome here.
- The weather. Good god, the weather is just plain psycho here. And often miserable — just like my final complaint,
- The traffic.