Th New Zodiac?

I don't put much stock in Horoscopes, but when ever I would read about Capricorn I never thought that it really described me well and it kind of bugged me. A capricorn is this:

When it comes to professionalism and traditional values, Capricorn wins hands-down. This practical sign loves to tackle life in the most conventional of ways, leaving no stone unturned. Considered the most serious-minded of the signs, the Capricorn possesses an independence that allows for considerable progress both personally and on the job.

Really? Not at all me?

So about a year ago I think they decided that the current Zodiac was wrong and that there are actually 13 signs and so according to it I am a Sagittarius. This is the Description of a Sagittarius:

Inquisitive and energetic, the Sagittarius is the traveler of the Zodiac. Their philosophical, broad-minded approach to life motivates them to wander far and wide in the search for the meaning of life. Extroverted, optimistic, and enthusiastic, it can be almost impossible to keep the Sagittarius down. They love change. In fact, change is essential for this sign to feel their best.
More me? Maybe.

Happy New Year!

In 2011 I had my first real surgery, I got kicked out of my house by my evil landlord, I watched my husband attain the title of Doctor as he graduated from dental school, spent 3 months apart from my husband, and moved to a city that I less than like. So, here's to 2011's end and the beginning of a new year! Yay 2012! I'm determined to make it a good one.

New York is a different country. Maybe it ought to have a separate government. Everybody thinks differently, they just don't know what the hell the rest of the United States is. ~Henry Ford

It's been a really tough week. I've never been more unhappy than since I moved here and I have had a lot of outbursts saying, "I HATE IT HERE!!!" This wouldn't be a very honest blog if I didn't admit it once in a while. Living in New York is FAR from easy, fun, or glamorous... At least for me. Sit back and hold on because this is going to be a bitch-fest.

Reasons I hate NYC this week:

1. This city is completely stroller unfriendly. What happens when I have another kid?
2. Taking my child anywhere and keeping her interested/under control is impossible.
3. The fear of us getting separated on a train, her running away from me in the park, or her falling on to the subway tracks are very real to me and somedays I have such bad panic attacks I can't leave the house.
4. Got a ticket for having my dogs on the playground. $50 Effing dollars!
5. People here suck.
6. My husband has hardly been home in 2 weeks, therefore, no help, no relief, and no one to talk to.
7. I still feel like a total outsider in my ward, there is not one person I relate to.
8. Being so poor, I can't even shop at H&M or TJMaxx.


Sometimes you just have to vent. I can't pretend that life here is wonderful all the time. Next week I'm sure I'll have a list to counter all my complaints today.

XOXO

Brrrrr,

New York has been fabulously cold lately. As a mountain grown girl I love being cold, the heat makes my skin crawl and even in the winter there is a window open in my house. I love the look of red noses and cheeks from walking around outside and I absolutely love not sweating like a pig everyday. What I love about cold in New York is the fashion parade late fall and winter bring out in a fabulous array of outerwear. There are so many pea coats and trenches to drool over this season. In New York winter is about 2 things, a fabulous coat and a fabulous scarf. Hats and gloves are optional but not overlooked. In other states that I have lived winter outerwear is whatever coat you wear to the ski resort. In New York, your coat is as important as what's underneath. Because everyone walks everywhere in NYC you rarely see what's under someone's coat, so that coat has to be fabulous and as fashion forward as every other piece in your wardrobe. My favorite styles are the coat dress, Military, and the classic pea coat. Here are some examples of what I'm drooling over as I walk down Madison Avenue:

The coat dress

The Military trench

The classic Peacoat

Walking

I love to wander and just lose myself in the beauty of the city. I had a doctors appointment over on the east side this week and I decided to make a day of it. I packed a lunch and snacks for little miss and we took the subway to 71st and Central park west. We entered Central park and by Strawberry Fields and passed the "Imagine" memorial to John Lennon. It's a beautiful walk especially in the fall. You go past Bethesda Terrace (my favorite place in the park), and the Boat House restaurant. The trees are so vivid Orange right now that it causes the light to glow this gold/orange color everywhere. It's breath taking.
After my appointment I decided to continue down Madison Avenue and then crossed over to 5th avenue and walked down to The Plaza. This was how beautiful the walk was.

I walked all the way over to Columbus circle and then caught the train home. I wish I had had the thought to turn on the GPS on my phone to see how far I walked, but it didn't occur to me. Little miss slept through the doctors appointment and all the way home, it was peaceful and lovely and I think I need to do it more often,

Halloween!

Here are some pictures of little miss in her cute costume. She was sleeping beauty this year.

The Good the Bad and the Ugly

Saying that life in New York City is great every minute of everyday would be lying. Somedays I experience pure Euphoria when I walk around and notice that I'm standing where my favorite movie or TV show was filmed, and somedays the comments people make make me want to take a bat out and start swinging at everyone that walks past me. I thought New Yorkers minded their own business and didn't care about anyone other than themselves. I was wrong, at least about the ones in my neighborhood. The predominant Dominican population in my neighborhood seem to have an opinion about something I do or something about my daughter everyday. In random strangers eyes I do everything wrong and they can't help but tell me.

New York is a tough city (understatement). It chews you up and spits you out, and the toughest are the ones that can take it over and over and over. I love some of the experience that I'm having here. It is the most amazing and unique city in the world, just not always for good things.

Noticing the difference between the East Side and the West Side is kind of funny, the west side is a little more low key. My favorite hangouts are Columbus Circle, Lincoln Center, and little miss's favorite, the Museum of Natural History. The East side however is it's own universe. 5th avenue splits the island in half and does it ever! If you were a child coloring New York in a coloring book, I'd use bold earth tones for the west side and gold, silver, white, and pink to color the east side. My Endocrinologist is over on the East side in "Gossip Girl" territory and as I left my appointment and walked back toward the park I observed the east side "prep" teenagers coming home from school. Prestigious looking uniforms on young men carrying their lacrosse sticks, and girls with VERY short skirts (yes their uniform skirts), knee high stockings and designer handbags made me wish I had worn more than yoga pants, a tee shirt, and sneakers in their presence. However I have not yet purchased this season's fashion must have's (and probably will never have the money to), so I wasn't about to wear something totally uncomfortable when I had to walk from 86th West to 81st East by way of Central Park.

So what's the good about living in New York City? Experiencing a place that is truly unlike anywhere else on the planet. In every other city in the country you can compare it to another, or describe one as a mix of two. Not New York. It stands alone. The good: historic locations and unmistakeable must see landmarks; The bad: Sometimes the people here suck and can't mind their own business, it's exhausting taking subways all day long with an over active three year old; The Ugly, how I feel most days when I compare my life or myself to the people that can go shopping where the like and buy whatever they want, and my jealousy of those who get to live in the nicer neighborhoods when I live in "The Heights" even though I can guarantee my apartment is bigger than theirs.

It's been a tough adjustment here, but even after the darkest storms, the sunshine eventually comes out.