vaya con pance

de ja vu February 25, 2012

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So it took a whopping 17 days for me to return to New York City. Yeah, yeah. I’m weak. You can take the girl out of the city, but, well, dot dot dot.

I returned for a very important annual Birthday Tea event with my Goddaughter and ended up staying a few extra days for some work-related meetings and to hang out with BestGoodFriend Gregg who happened to be in town from Denver. So it’s legitimate. I worked hard to keep my weakness busily scheduled.

And it took a whopping 17 minutes to admit-to-self I made the right decision in moving.


I was fully braced and ready to be smacked with the city’s magnetism when I made the [gridlocked] grand entrance through the Holland Tunnel, eyes a’sparkle, gushing “Oh New York, I missed you! I belong here!” But. Nope. No such epiphany occurred.

Phew phew.

It was downright refreshing to enjoy the city knowing I got to leave at the end. Friends from uptown, downtown and over town rallied. We hopped to bars, we consumed fantasmic food (new favorite thing = mussels), we made dirty martinis at 4pm, we jammed to bands, we had tater tots and jell-o shots and we walked and walked and walked. Essentially, New York served up the same ol’ New York. Nary a beat was skipped. I had not missed a thing.

My goal is to visit often enough to maintain the feeling that I never left. But I’m not sure that’s possible. Change is the city’s only constant and something I couldn’t even keep up with when I lived there. Now when I go back and utter things like – “Well THAT’s new! What happened to the bar that was there?!?” – I’ll feel like I did miss something, like I left the city no choice but to morph on without me. But I ‘spose if I really thought about it, I wouldn’t want to find it any other way.

Keep on keepin’ on, New York. I’ll try to catch up eventually.


wonder years February 13, 2012

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So it’s a little weird living in the house I grew up in. The last time I “came home” to 616 Dehart Street I looked more like this… a warm ‘n’ cozy brand new bundle of Pance.

Awwwww. Let’s not even take note of how SKINNY my  mother is after just birthing me. I recently commented as much to her and she flippantly replied, “Well, it was hard to zip up because my rib cage had expanded.” Ohhhhh OK, a fat rib cage… I guess that was enough to earn her due postpartum solidarity. Thank goodness motorized chairs didn’t exist at Wal-Mart yet.

Despite having spent most of my wonder years in these walls it still feels quite different. Sure – it’s a bit strange showering in the same bathtub where I learned how to shave my legs, cooking in the kitchen where I used to play *in* the cabinets, hanging grown-up art on walls where I once sticky-tacked rows and rows of NKOTB posters. But it’s cool. It’s been fun setting up house in a new way, a way that exudes now me vs. then me.

Last Friday I wheeled the giant garbage bin down to the end of my drive-way for pick-up. I have never performed this action in my entire life. The whole time I was thinking, “I have a garbage bin!!!” “I have a drive-way!!!” (Likewise, “I have a mailbox with a real flag thingy!” comes up daily). I started having an imaginary conversation with any random neighbor in my head,

“Morning, Bob! Yep, trash day again. Fine weather we’re having. Say ‘hi’ to the kids for me!” I was wheeling out the old and wheeling in the way most of America lives. I think I can get used to this in time. At least my house is across the street from the VT Airport, so every night I get to stare out at all the blinking runway lights. For now it’s enough to ease the ache for king-of-blinky New York City.

I fear scarier things are in my near future like mowing the lawn and shoveling snow… here’s hoping it’s all as much fun as it once was. I guess I should put “pink bucket” on my Wal-Mart shopping list.


one week in February 8, 2012

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Some random observations from my first week away from city livin’.

1) First things, first:

1) I don’t need 30-45 minutes to get to wherever I’m going. I just need to allow 15 minutes. And I’ll still be early.

2) Don’t go to Wal-Mart. Ever. The motorized fat people will run you over.

3) Well hello, sunset, I have missed you.

4) I will not fight for a parking space close to my destination. I can walk, I LIKE to walk, walking was how I got everywhere. Why don’t people want to walk?? (see #2 above)

5) “Drive-time” radio programming is a strange, mostly annoying, subculture of people who like to hear themselves talk and not really say anything.

6) Dinner is at 6pm?!?!

7) I need to learn to embrace my dishwasher. It is there to help me. “Rinse & reuse” is a thing of the past.

8) Well hello, trees, I have missed you.