Husband is now an official New Yorker by day, albeit a Jersey boy by night. He's a daily commuter taking a train to work in the city, once an imaginary story I thought I'd like to have been in. Imagine the glamour: Madison Avenue high rise office; polished, sleek marble floors; elevators dinging subtly; hot-dog and knish for lunch on the sidewalk; watching street life and the victims of fashion go by. It's back to city life and I've just become accustomed to the laid back way of life of the West Coast. It'll be another adventure though I dread the thought of street corners that actually have people waiting to cross the street whether or not the sign says "WALK" and trash in every place but the trash cans. I hate the slush in winter, the potholes, the No Left Turns and No Right on Reds, but I do love the shopping, theater, culture, food; choices. It certainly is a world away from this Sin City and most definitely only a stone's throw from the last city I lived in: Manila. Believe you me, just because it's America doesn't mean their cities are better. Think: traffic, trash, and brusque to put it mildly. Also, imgine horror vcui. Welcome to New York.
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