I’m currently suffering from a serious case of “grass-is-always-greener” syndrome. When I packed my bags to leave New York, I couldn’t wait to get away from the smells and the crowded sidewalks and the self-important (see: rude) New Yorkers. Maryland was like a shiny beacon of semi-Southern hope, where people smiled and groceries didn’t clean out your savings account.
However, after a night out on Saturday, I’m pining for the conveniences I took for granted while living in New York:
After a long night out, one of my favorite things to do is eat pizza. Or fries. Or a grilled cheese. General rule of thumb is that I eat something terrible for me when I get home from the bar. Saturday night, after hours of celebrating, we were in serious need of drunk pizza upon our return to Rockville. Except, Rockville was sleeping. Every restaurant, bar, and take-out place within a five-mile radius was lights out. This means I had to resort to pita chips from my pantry. Snooze.
Cabs are to New York like ants are to a good picnic. One of the best perks about living in any city is the elimination of driving anxiety (which the Romantic and I both suffer from), but New York excels in making getting around easy for the residents and tourists alike. New York cabs ensure that you don’t have to fret over parking and you never have to worry about a designated driver. Just stumble to the nearest corner, raise a hand in the air, and in seconds, your knight in a shiny yellow cab shall appear.
It’s not a rumor– New York City has the best bagels a girl could ever ask for. We all have our favorites (mine are Murray’s and Ess-a-Bagel), but no matter where you go in New York, you’re guaranteed to get a good bagel and schmear. One of the biggest casualties I’ve suffered since moving to Maryland is the lack of bagels, especially on a Sunday morning. I search Yelp high and low for a decent substitute, but alas, living in Rockville means I’m bagel-less for the rest of my days.
I miss New York- I can’t deny it. No other city can rival the conveniences and endless possibilities that New York has to offer. Buttt if I think about it, Rockville isn’t all bad. At least, my rent is infinitely cheaper and the air infinitely cleaner.