“People in New York City suffer from allergies? REALLY?”
Yes, I’m here to tell you that we do.
Although non-New Yorkers might think of NYC as the Concrete Jungle, plenty of trees, grasses and other pollen producers do grow here – and well!
source estimates that New York City has more than 5 million trees. We’re lucky to have such a green city, but yes, we sneeze a lot in season.
Lilacs in Williamsburg
I’ll deal with the pollen just fine once my favorite
Linden trees bloom.
For more city greenery, check out Erin Boyle’s
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I love cheese. Wouldn’t it be fun to know more about it? I think so.
In my opinion, the funkier the cheese, the better. I’m not sure there’s a cheese I wouldn’t try.
Here in the New York metropolitan area, there are cheese
making classes. But I think I just want to eat it!
These are a few of the options I’m considering:
A delicious meal at Lucali My NYC To Do List – Item #11: Tour Brooklyn
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I had dinner at
Lucali the other night. It’s a special little restaurant in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn.
Lucali serves pizza and calzones. That’s it. Take your pick.
Lucali is BYOB and cash only. Fortunately a member of our party brought a really enjoyable homemade red wine.
For dessert, we had calzones filled with sweet ricotta, drizzled with nutella and dotted with sea salt.
Miami folks, Lucali recently opened a location there too.
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There’s a point on Route 46 East in New Jersey where you hit the top of a small hill and get your first glimpse of the New York City skyline.
Every single time, I’m flooded with emotion.
I remember being a little girl and visiting my
Aunt Mar in Parsippany with my mother and grandmother. Sometimes we’d leave her apartment and go into the city for a few hours or two stay the night.
Later, the view meant that I was returning home after a visit to my family in Scranton.
For ten years, while I lived in DC, I didn’t see that view very often. Which is probably why that glimpse of skyline still feels like a gift a year and a half after making my return.
The leaving made the return sweeter.
My new-old home The old neighborhood, Greenwich
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I was late to the
“I’m a New Yorker. A yellow cab is all I need!” I proclaimed loudly and often.
Except sometimes cabs are in
short supply. Kind of often actually. There are a lot more people in NYC now than when I lived here the first time. With that in mind, I downloaded the Uber app so that the next time I couldn’t find a cab, I’d be prepared.
Sure enough, the time came to try Uber: I landed at JFK late on a recent Friday night after a long flight home from San Francisco. Sick with bronchitis, I couldn’t face a cab line.
There will always be complaints about New York City: that it’s too gritty, that is too cleaned up,
People who live in
new condos on the Bowery – previously home to CBGB – complain about noise from area clubs.
Martin Scorsese lamented that the neighborhood of his youth has been taken over by Whole Foods, towering skyscrapers, expensive hotels and the like.
On the other hand, consider this gem of a video shared by BensonhurstBean and Curbed showing what it was like to ride the subway in 1987.
BensonhurstBean and Curbed for sharing the subway video.
I agree with Scorsese that homogeneity is lamentable, but really – is he going to move back to a
studio in his old building on Elizabeth Street anytime soon?
I don’t think so.
Change is painful, but inevitable.
Other posts about life in NYC:
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“The napkins are polyester…”
“…so when you cry, the tears just get pushed around.”
“We were a mess…”
“…that’s probably why our lunch was comped.”
With Mom and me on either side of him at the table, Dad’s head swerved left, right, and back again. His wife and his daughter, talking about the lunch weeks earlier, at the same restaurant table, when they reluctantly considered the possibility of the future without him.
“But you’re here with us now.”
“We’re so happy.”
During our exchange, I watched hints of emotion flicker across Dad’s face. He seemed to enjoy being the center of our small family’s attention. But maybe I saw a trace of guilt too. Maybe. For making us worry? I don’t know.
We were together today. Nothing else mattered.
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Having house guests in cities like New York can be challenging. I don’t have a guest room, and on weekends, I’m the laziest person alive.
But there are some friends I’m always happy to have visit.
Candace is one of them. We had a lovely catch-up weekend and celebrated her acceptance to graduate school.
bacon doughnuts – and lots of other things – at Traif.
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Remember when I told you that I miss my
garbage disposal most? I miss my washer/dryer too.
In New York, it’s a tremendous luxury to have a washer/dryer in your apartment. Even paying $1 million to buy an apartment doesn’t mean you’ll have that amenity. In fact, the building might not even have a laundry room!
Here’s one example:
When I lived in
DC, I forgot about Ricky’s.
My bad. Ricky’s is awesome.
Sock buns for everyone
A whole section for flat irons
All manners of body tape and things to cover nipples
So much shapewear, not just Spanx
Every shade of hair dye
Picture a supermarket but filled only with beauty items. I inevitably go there for one thing and leave with, like, seven.
This time I stood in confused awe by the styling wands. Ricky’s had such a range of options that I realized I needed to do some research before committing.
Paralysis by analysis.
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