I’ve spent the past two days in a much needed meditative state of bliss in my new “weekend country home” that I share with the most wonderful man in the world.
It’s one subway stop away from the city, but I feel like I’m in an entirely different state-both-geographically and mentally. It’s almost like being in the country, but all I have to do is look out of the window and there the Manhattan skyline awaits.
I feel so removed from “city life” for two ridiculous reasons:
We have no television here.
We’ve caught up on Season 3 of Dexter all from some pirate website…awesome! Who needs cable or a tv when you have a laptop?!
There are NO Starbucks here…ANYWHERE…
This could be the biggest readjustment…but I’m not complaining. I’m all about supporting local coffee spot , and sadly there becoming extinct in Midtown Manhattan. However there is a local coffee spot that is just as expensive as Sbux, if not a little more…and we bonded with the staff there briefly over how good the chocolate Almond Milk I brought in was.
On a side note, there is the most fascinating jumbo Duane Reade with a totally rad makeup section here too.
In my attempts to be a better handy woman and helpful to my man, I tried to repair his broken glasses by using some Super Glue. It worked, however I left the cap off and the glue oozed all over my appointment book. The fumes made me high, in not a good way, I vomited, and feared I nearly died from asphyxiation by Super Glue.
I am journeying back into the city tomorrow and looking forward to “country life” again in the near future.
Maybe a girl can have it all? Just like Carrie in Sex in The City…(omg…I think I just threw up again in my mouth)…the perfect man, a black diamond ring, a swank pad in the city, and a chill one in an outerbourough-(I think Carrie had a place in the Hamptons, but that’s a little far away for me…at least for now.)