So the big question is, LA or New York? I tried to avoid a lot of “LA” things in New York, like the organic pizza place I passed by, and both the Pinkberry’s I found (Pinkberry in LA? Fun and Korean! Pinkberry in NYC? Wrong, wrong, wrong.). But I did check out the Trader Joe’s, which was a horrible mistake (in New York, two-buck Chuck is … three-buck Chuck?!?! Photographic evidence below. This redefines “wrong, wrong, wrong”.).
The place was too huge, and too crowded. They had employees who just stood at the end of the checkout line signifying the end of the line, which took up the whole store. I also tried to find ANY place that sold cool soda and came up emtpy-handed save a bunch of root beer and one place in Grand Central Terminal that sold all Jamaican food, includig Jamaican soda. So, LA and Galco’s still win, by a long shot in that regard.
But New York had its benefits, of course. I got around everywhere really quickly, SO many things were open late, and Central Park full of dead trees (and a little bit of snow!) on a cold, grey February day was amazing. It felt like a magical place out of a children’s book, maybe because it was all so old. Also, everything was old, which I always love. But after several discussions with my friends from college who now live in New York, this trip has only made me love living in California more. Beyond “just because”, I think a part of the reason for this trip was because, in another life, I could’ve lived in New York. NYU was my second-choice college (which I visited this week, and did not change my mind one bit), and I sometimes regretted not running off to New York right after college to pursue a broadcast journalism career almost two years ago. So I had to see it, to be sure.
In New York, life actually is different. Because you walk or take a quick subway ride everywhere and everything’s so close, you don’t get to take your time doing anything. You can’t veer off schedule or take an unplanned break, because you can’t be caught “wasting” time. My friends had very little free time, and the thought of taking 20 minutes to go more than one neighborhood over was fairly daunting to many. They were all pretty jealous to hear about the “bumming around” time us Californians get to enjoy.
Not that a fast-paced, crazy life in the city isn’t what I had dreamed of since I was an overly busy, overachieving kid, or what many people totally live for. But it’s just not for me anymore. A large part of what I’ll call my road to mental and emotional stability has been my ability to take some “me time” when I need a mental break from life, and the idea that none of my time has been wasted. If I fall behind in writing up schedules at work because I spent an afternoon helping resolve some sort of crisis with a customer, that time wasn’t wasted. If instead of making it to the grocery store on my day off, I stay at home catching up on news and discovering some music while letting my brain rest and playing card games on the internet, that time wasn’t wasted. If I walk through Central Park and wander off on a cool set of steps, then end up on the complete opposite side of the park from where I had planned on ending up, that time wasn’t wasted.
I actually had a conversation last night where I said, “If I lived here, I just couldn’t go to bed; I’d feel guilty for not utilizing that time,” and my friend explained, “That’s why it’s the city that never sleeps!” I’ve grown to absolutely adore living in California, and my awesome apartment in my great neighborhood in Los Angeles. I even actually enjoy my job and the people I work with! Who knows if I could’ve gotten to this state of mind had I moved anywhere else. If I lived in New York, I don’t know that I could say I worked two jobs and went totally broke and crazy for over a year to learn that my time wasn’t being wasted, and know that none of that year was wasted.
And besides, Manhattan is SOOO far from any Target stores, that immediately excludes it from any list of places I’d ever be able to live.