A city girl at heart
So I’ve finished my new layout for the most part. At the very least, I’ve made sure that all the blog functions are working correctly. I’ll spend this weekend sorting around my pages, and tweaking the hell out of everything.
It feels nice and inspiring to have a self-made layout again.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I hate living in the suburbs. Sure, I can appreciate that I’m within walking distance of a grocery store, convenience store, several restaurants, some pharmacies, a plethora of salons, and some random shopping. I can also appreciate that I live a mile from a train station from which New York City is only an hour and change away. And sure, I grew up here. But this is in no way my kind of habitat.
I belong in the city.
When I lived in Queens, I could walk the same route every day and see something new, something interesting, something exciting. Here, nothing happens. Nothing. I long for the sense of adventure I got from simply wandering around my neighborhood with a friend or two. I can’t find that here in the sanctity of the suburbs.
I am mainly a pedestrian, relying occasionally on public transportation. Out here, that subjects me to constantly being ogled, honked, and cat-called at by passing motorists. In the more urban areas, pedestrians are much more common and rarely did I feel patronized when I walked the streets.
I miss the subways. I miss the rude New Yorker’s, the crowdedness of it all, and mostly, I miss all the Asian grocery stores I used to go shopping at on the regular.
Alas, I have to wait until at least the beginning of October before I can even think of moving out, since that’s when I’ll be graduating from cosmetology. Even then, I’ll need to have money saved up (something that’s virtually impossible without having a steady paying job). It’s so frustrating to feel like I’m “stuck” here.
July 16th, 2010 |
