March 14th 2006
being where you are, and loving it
Sometimes it hits me — I haven’t really absorbed that I live here now. Here, in Our New City™. I don’t know if that’s because I’m a student, and so much of my life is spent in the one mile corridor between my apartment and campus. Or if it’s because, aside from my school friends, I haven’t really met any people here. Or if it’s because I don’t have a car, and am sort of restricted in getting to the remoter, outlying areas here. I just don’t know.
I still read Our Old City’s paper online. I still subscribe to its -ist blog. I keep up with what’s going on. When friends say they’re going there on vacation, I tell them what restaurants to eat at, where to get good drinks, which landmarks to keep any eye out for.
I find this a little strange. I was so excited about moving here! I love being in new places! I love getting to know the best places of new places. Most of all, this is not at all how I felt about New York when I lived there. I embraced New York. I went to museums. I walked everywhere. I tried cheap Chinese food in Chinatown, and expensive desserts in Little Italy. I had favorite restaurants that I still recommend to friends going to the Big Apple. And I was only there for a semester!
I haven’t done that here yet, despite being here twice as long and–dare I mention it–being of legal age to drink now. Why not? What keeps me in, or at least close to home?
I’m hoping to spend some time over Spring Break doing the things I haven’t done here yet. Wish me luck falling in love with Our New City™.
