I guess the Lord must be in New York City

I had this great New York moment the other day. I was jogging down a dark, deserted street searching for a cab. There was a light but steady flow of rain and even though I was freezing and my pretty dress was getting wet, I didn't have it in me to be irritated. Some of my favorite snippets of life here are standing in the rain, trying to catch a cab. There is something oddly magical about it; like you know that this couldn't happen anywhere but here.

Yesterday, I was in my kitchen trying to pull the garbage out of the pail. It was stuck. I was standing there in yoga pants and a sports bra and fighting a losing battle with a full Force Flex -the kind that claim they won't rip. (LIES! All lies!) I was on my tip toes with my hands clenched around the edges of the bag and I thought to myself that SOMETIMES I kind of sort of DO miss having a guy around. Though if any guy had been around to view that spectacle (especially the ones I know) he probably would have doubled over laughing.

And these two small snapshots: cab hailing and garbage wrestling, though somewhat insignificant, are for some reason so representative to me of my time here. Perhaps because I didn't do these things in Florida, perhaps because they mean more here. I can't explain it. I left behind an apartment 3 times the size of my current one and my very own car, but they don't even begin to compare to my cozy hideway and the glittering grounds. Even if I DO stomp my feet on them while waiting for a taxi. It's just all so much better in New York City.