I like lawns, drive-thrus, Target, and readily available parking. Fresh air, clean streets, trees, and wide aisles in the stores.
Many days I look very much like that poor woman over there – except with more dogs, older kids, and no urge to touch a vacuum cleaner.
I don’t like crowds, noise, being pushed, weird smells, or public transportation. It weirds me out to walk out a door and immediately be in a swarm of people.
I could never live in a city. I have never felt the urge to work in the city. New York scares the bejeezus out of me. Even Philadelphia is over my head.
I picture the women who fit in in the city like Carrie Bradshaw. Although I never actually watched Sex & The City, the whole confident, fabulous, fashionista thing always stuck in my head as what city girls are like.
I am so not that girl.
For one thing, I can’t wear high heels. I mean, I probably could. Once. And then I would immediately plummet to my tragic death. I’d rather not, thanks.
I don’t do designers. My wardrobe is almost exclusively from Target and Old Navy. And I like it that way.
And yet, I am now a girl who works in the city. Me. In New York. Voluntarily.
I just returned from my second solo trip to New York. I took the train. I hailed cabs. I fought my way through crowds.
And it was totally awesome!
I wore my best gray and black – to blend. I did not wear heels. And really no one around me was either, except for one woman in Penn Station who had on shoes that even Lady Gaga would look at and say “I think not”.
When the cab driver had no idea where 19th Street was (between 18th and 20th would be a good starting point) I did not panic. I walked 3 blocks to find a Dunkin’ Donuts and found my way back without incident.
I walked down the street to look for food in the afternoon and I was like “Dude (I call myself Dude sometimes), I am on 5th Avenue!” Even I have heard of that!!
There were a bajillion choices of what to eat, and all sorts of alluring shopping. It was tough to haul myself back inside, in spite of the fact that it was raining quite profusely.
I was walking around New York…alone…in the rain. And I totally didn’t hate it. What on earth is going on???
Of course at the end of the day I was relieved to jump back on the train, and get back in my SUV, and drive back to my suburban abode, and walk my dogs, and hug my kids.
Maybe I should wear this.