It's the Little Things.....

In a city that never sleeps, has 18.9 million people cramed into 6,720 square feet, and is known for it's obnoxious cab drivers, one would think that the little things mean absolutely nothing.  Wrong my friend, it is the little things that mean absolutely everything to me in my day.  From the newspaper guy at the Ferry Terminal in Hoboken who is obsessed about sports and will always lend an ear to a gal from WI because the Packers are AMAZING, to the construction/security worker on 57th and 2nd who always has a Good Morning for me as I walk by in the wee hours of the morning on my way to work, that is what makes NYC feel like home.  It is the familiar within such an unfamiliar, impersonal city that makes me feel like I belong, like I am home. 

Ok, enough day dreaming.... it is time to get back to the grind!

Cheers :-)

Old Friends... New Friends...

As I am coming upon 3 years in my diggs, I am realizing that the people I meet here are nothing like the people who I grew up with.  There is something about growing up in a small community (which has its advantages and disadvantages) and sharing those life milestones that shape you as an adult.  To my surprise, the relationships that I left in Wisconsin, have only grown stronger since moving.  As social networking sites have emerged, keeping in touch is now at my fingertips.  The new people I meet here have no idea who I am unless I tell them.  The people who I grew up with shared those life experiences with me and words are not needed.  This poses a challenge for me.  I long for those in my new life to know me, however, have not experienced the real shaping events that took place in my life.  I find myself feeling disconnected and sad at times because most people here just don't "get me".  Whether I tell people I lost my father at a young age or survived a horrific life threatening illness, I find that I truly miss being surrounded by those who shared those experiences.  Telling and sharing are completely different.  The reality is, I have moved and started a new life here in NYC, but old friends have not been forgotten. In fact, I now treasure those people even more.  I continue to make new friends and share adult life milestones here in my new home, but I no longer view it as a fresh start.  I am beginning to see it as a continuation of the life I am blessed with. :-)