We spent our holiday weekend in New York with Trent’s family. Yes, all 12 and a half of us. And I’m exhausted. We got home on Sunday, and I still feel like I’ve been sitting on a plane for 3 hours with a toddler. Vacation hangover claims another victim.
The minute we got off our train in the city I leaned over to Trent and said, “You’re going to be so annoyed with me by the end of today.” Why? Because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to shut up about how wonderful the city is and how we could totally live there. Yes, even with our kid and our dog and our piddly little income. People do it all the time. It’s what New York is about, people! Taking the plunge. I think I’m in the minority in this, as most parents I know would rather move to the Ukraine than raise their kids in New York City, but all I could think about was how great it would be to spend a Sunday afternoon in Central Park or to take Lu to the fruit stand on the corner each morning or to send her to a school where a field trip means a trip to the Met or the Museum of Modern Art. And how everyone that I know who lives there is happier there than they’ve ever been.
So now, as I sit at my cube, I keep wishing I could look out the window and see the hi-rise skyline. Nevermind that if I worked in New York, I would be no where near a window office. It’s the dream. Trent promised we could move there if he makes a million dollars at his business or if I make a million dollars. Anyone want to donate?!
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“I’m not sure where he wants to go in the city, I know he’s already been to the Eiffel Tower.” – From somewhat-extremely-inebriated-relative speaking of New York City…not Paris.
Megan:
For ice cream cones on a Monday.
For huge sweaters.
For a snuggly dog.
For Dancing with the Stars.
For health.
For the baby and the husband.
For Justin Timberlake.
Lucy:
For dogs.
For ducks.
For my monkey.
For green beans.
For ice.
For jumping on the couch.
For popsicles.
Trent:
For video games.
For sleep.
For beer.
For the business.
For the family.
For silence.
Molly:
For bones.
For food.
For walks.
For water.
For nipple rubs.
*No one actually told me anything they’re thankful for. I just made it up. Except for Molly. She was adament about the nipple rubs.*
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I’ll be in New Jersey for the rest of the week, so I probably won’t have time to write, what, with all of the board games and beer pong.
New York on my mind
/3 Comments/in Blond, Family, Trent /by MeganWe spent our holiday weekend in New York with Trent’s family. Yes, all 12 and a half of us. And I’m exhausted. We got home on Sunday, and I still feel like I’ve been sitting on a plane for 3 hours with a toddler. Vacation hangover claims another victim.
The minute we got off our train in the city I leaned over to Trent and said, “You’re going to be so annoyed with me by the end of today.” Why? Because I knew that I wouldn’t be able to shut up about how wonderful the city is and how we could totally live there. Yes, even with our kid and our dog and our piddly little income. People do it all the time. It’s what New York is about, people! Taking the plunge. I think I’m in the minority in this, as most parents I know would rather move to the Ukraine than raise their kids in New York City, but all I could think about was how great it would be to spend a Sunday afternoon in Central Park or to take Lu to the fruit stand on the corner each morning or to send her to a school where a field trip means a trip to the Met or the Museum of Modern Art. And how everyone that I know who lives there is happier there than they’ve ever been.
So now, as I sit at my cube, I keep wishing I could look out the window and see the hi-rise skyline. Nevermind that if I worked in New York, I would be no where near a window office. It’s the dream. Trent promised we could move there if he makes a million dollars at his business or if I make a million dollars. Anyone want to donate?!
Quotable
/1 Comment/in Family /by Megan“I’m not sure where he wants to go in the city, I know he’s already been to the Eiffel Tower.” – From somewhat-extremely-inebriated-relative speaking of New York City…not Paris.
Thankful
/0 Comments/in Blond, Family, Happiness /by MeganMegan:
For ice cream cones on a Monday.
For huge sweaters.
For a snuggly dog.
For Dancing with the Stars.
For health.
For the baby and the husband.
For Justin Timberlake.
Lucy:
For dogs.
For ducks.
For my monkey.
For green beans.
For ice.
For jumping on the couch.
For popsicles.
Trent:
For video games.
For sleep.
For beer.
For the business.
For the family.
For silence.
Molly:
For bones.
For food.
For walks.
For water.
For nipple rubs.
*No one actually told me anything they’re thankful for. I just made it up. Except for Molly. She was adament about the nipple rubs.*
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I’ll be in New Jersey for the rest of the week, so I probably won’t have time to write, what, with all of the board games and beer pong.