New York

The other night when Dan and I were taking a taxi home from the concert I was watching the NYC skyline fly by. I commented to him that sometimes I can't believe I live here. I never thought I'd be a metropolitan kind of person, and I don't think I am really. I'd love to be back in the suburbs, driving a car, living in a home with a backyard, not paying more than my parents mortgage in rent each month, going to a grocery store with a parking lot and cereal prices less than the standard $6 here at ours.

Then yesterday I ran into some mom's from the ward at the park while I was walking Fitz and we were talking about living in the city and whether or not we liked it or if we want to move somewhere else eventually.

There are times that I do enjoy living here. The second I leave my apartment, I'm outside walking around. I'm a lot more active than I would be somewhere else. There are opportunities here that I wouldn't get elsewhere in the suburbs like the book signing and the concert. And there is definitely more of a close knit community with our friends here than I think we'd get any where else. But there are other times when I just want the "normal" life I grew up with in the suburbs. That's where I was raised and I liked it and I miss it! And sometimes I feel like I just can't appreciate everything that I have here at my fingertips so what's the point in staying here.

I think what I'm trying to say is that I have a love hate relationship with New York and I feel so guilty when I'm hating it. It's New York City for heaven's sake but still, it's okay to have those feelings right? Just a case of the NYC blahs...