Monday, February 21, 2011

I think I'm local now.

The laundry people recognize me and know my name.

I think only fellow Gothamists will understand this feeling of...

Giddiness? Kind of.

Relief? Not quite.

A celebratory kind of happiness? Sure.

Indescribable? For now.

I'll be thinking of the perfect adjective...


Jg. for FatScribe said...

oh, no. she's crossed over!

so that means:

1. you know of at least 4 excellent deli's w/in 3 blks of hearth and home

2. you know where zabar's is, or at least a good substitute like trader joe's

3. you no longer drive a car and hate like hell to splurge on a cab; and

4. you find yourself strangely attracted to basketball, football or baseball teams that form an alliterative sounding "knicks, nets, jets, yanks and mets?"

these are the symptoms ...

Alexandra said...

Guilty on all 4 counts. I am such a predictable little yuppie.