Remember when I said I had to “get used to New York” and all of its jazz? A Native New Yorker said there is no such thing.
You don’t learn to adjust, you just deal with it.
I am starting to find it normal when people are preaching about God in trains, random drag performances at Union Square, and the constant cab drivers honking for every little delay. Learning to navigate through the different neighborhoods, familiar with large streets and ushering myself through massive crowds like a pro. Last week, I was in a meeting and she said, “You seem like a seasoned New Yorker.” I was pleased to hear that! Yay!
I had a New York moment: I was getting out of the office late from Fashion Week, nearly 3AM. The team requested me to take the cab home since taking the trains would be difficult – and trust me, after hours, trains are terrible.
You think by having a large transit system would help you get to point A to point B quickly, false. You cannot fathom how much I dread traveling from the West Side to the East Side. I live near the Upper East Side, and typically the commute is not bad to work. It’s a whole other story about getting on trains on the weekends and late nights.
Anyway, I got off to the main street, which was Eighth Avenue and there I was, stepped off to the curb and threw my right hand in the air. Within seconds, I see a cab dashing my way. I felt like Carrie Bradshaw.
Slid myself into the cab and gave him the intersections of my home. Off we drove off! There I was, smiling in the backseat. It is like a scene from a romantic comedy movie where the camera is really close to the protagonist when she’s leaning close to the cab window, smiling by herself? Yeah, that was your girl.
I know the act is very minimal, but to me, I hailed my first cab! Not saying I’ve never taken a cab – I am saying that I never waved one down before; usually I just walk into one when it’s available, and that’s no fun.
So proud that I can do so and that I have transitioned so well that I appeared to be a ‘seasoned New Yorker.’
Just a side note before I officially close this post: you all seem so intrigued with my dating life – according to my stats, I had more views on my first date post than the previous post.
I want to hear from you. Besides my not-so-fabulous dating stories, what do you want to hear from me? I am listening. Leave a comment, send an email, tweet me – whatever you want. I definitely want to know (:
*Illustration by S.