One thing that I have found is a good and yet bad thing about living in New York is it is hard to be lazy. This is good because when one allows his or herself to be lazy, it always ends with some sort of depression. Oh God I did like nothing yesterday except ordered a whole pizza and then ate the whole pizza, I feel so gross…etc.
In Baltimore I would get in my car each morning as late as humanly possible then drive as fast as humanly possible to get to work. Now I am in no control. The trains control me. I have to make sure I am ready and out the door by a certain time or I will most definitely be late. Then I can’t sit in the comfort of my own car but instead have to endure around 20 minutes of humping a stranger and avoiding awkward eye contact.
Grocery shopping, morning coffee, a trip to Bed, Bath and Beyond and laundry (that task can fill a whole new post) are other daily activities that do not allow any room for laziness.
I love Whole Foods already prepared foods. Their salad bar makes me drool with just the thought of whatever pasta and chicken salady mixture they have going on today. But shall I risk the annoyance of rush hour Whole Foods just to get dinner? I want it sooo bad but I am feeling sooo not like dealing with whatever may come from going there.
So there you have it. I am attempting to make the transition to a non-lazy New Yorker. It sucks but is still so worth it. Did I mention that I am STARVING.
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