It’s been nearly six months since I moved away from NYC. I miss it every day, but I am also getting used to my new digs and embracing life after The Big Apple.
However, there are some things that are really, really different…
- Everything is closed on Sunday: The good grocery store? Closed. Chick-fil-a? Closed. The yummy bakery? Closed at 2pm (which is basically closed in my book because who gets out of the house before noon on the weekend? No one, that’s who.). Look, I get that Sunday is a day of rest — but you can rest after I get my delicious chicken nuggets! Kidding, kidding. Sort of.
- You cannot hail a cab: Outside of New York if you stand on the pavement with your hand up in the air people will just stare; or maybe they’ll wave nicely thinking you’re giving the world a giant ‘hello’. To get a cab outside of NYC you have to follow this process: call a cab company, tell them your address, wait thirty minutes, then a middle aged man in a busted minivan will pick you up and take you to your destination. Or you drive. Most people just drive.
- The delicious fast food of your dreams is everywhere: Five Guys, Chipotle, Tropical Smoothie, Panera, Sweet Frog, Chick-fil-a — all of these things are in one single shopping center. It is like paradise, people. AND, you don’t have to hide your Five Guys in your handbag and then eat it in your office bathroom, either. There is no shame in the fast food, game!
- The delivery options will make you cry: So long to the days of opening Seamless, seeing 50 delicious restaurants in your neighborhood that deliver and then complaining that, ‘ugh — NO ONE GOOD DELIVERS IN THIS NEIGHBORHOOD!’ In other parts of the country the delivery options are Pizza Hut and Dominoes. Also, because there is no delivery you have to cook your own food. I can’t even get into that right now because the struggle is too real to write something coherent.
- Things are really cheap: $2 beers at happy hour. $7 salads for lunch. Oh, you can also rent an entire house for under $2k. Like, a real house with stairs and multiple bedrooms. It’s astonishing.
- There aren’t always lines: New York is pretty much a spotless, perfect haven in my eyes, except for the gosh darned endless lines. There were always lines. FOR EVERYTHING. I can’t tell you what a luxury it is to go to H&M and be able to try something on without standing in a line for twenty minutes.
I could add more to this list, but this is a good start