The question is: How do we like New York City? The answer is: That is a good question. One that neither of us have thought too much about, which I think is a good sign. I think if we hated it here we would know. But honestly, I don’t think we’ve had much time to think about it. We’re still settling in, trying to find our groove, swapping Simon outside of my class two minutes before it starts, figuring out which of the four grocery stores within three blocks of our house has the best deal on Breyer’s each week. That sort of thing.
But now that we’re thinking about it, we still like it. It feels comfortable. We don’t have to worry much about finding our way around because the train conductor does the driving. The climate is familiar (it finally feels like fall!). The only thing we aren’t really satisfied with (besides the relative safety of our neighborhood–we have people tell us we’re very brave nearly every time we tell them where we live) is that we haven’t really been able to enjoy living here. We haven’t been to any plays or concerts, we’ve only been to the temple here once, we don’t make it to the park as often as we’d like, and I definitely don’t get out running as much as I want to. We’re still flying by the seats of our pants (hence the blog posts that are written at 1:00 in the morning), and we’d like to be able to stop and look around before we leave, which is why we’re planning to stay for a while after I finish my degree–another sign that we must be enjoying it.
It took us over two months to buy some bedding for Simon’s crib. That’s how you know our life here is still a work in progress. But it doesn’t seem like Simon is holding any grudges. I think he likes it. And I think we like New York, too.