Week One

I’m not one to write about my life and publish it on the internet, because I think it’s kind of crazy to assume that anyone is going to care. But since I recently went through some life changes, and since I am separated from my loved ones by half of the United States, I decided to start a blog to post weekly updates.

My apartment. So sugoi.

My life in Syracuse has been pretty sweet. I’ve learned a thing or two (four, according to the numbers below) in my time in the city. Here is my wisdom, condensed into an easily readable list format.

1. People assume I am an idiot as soon as they see my Colorado license plates. I guess they think I’m some sort of Southern hick that came to the big city. Everywhere I go, people ask why the heck I would move up here, and ask if life in the city is a big change. It’s kind of funny, considering Colorado Springs is much larger than Syracuse, albeit with a much lower population density. I feel super self-conscious driving these unfamiliar streets, because I can feel the other drivers watching my blunders. Silently judging. I should get a bumper sticker that says “Not a statistically accurate representation of Colorado driving skills.” This leads into number two.
2. There are no straight lines in the city of Syracuse. If you want to get from Point A to Point B, prepare to take twice as long as you think it should. All the roads here are hella crazy, with no real distinction between a residential road and a thoroughfare. Also, construction sites grow like weeds, popping up overnight and then taking a lifetime to go away. I distinctly remember one morning deciding to take a different route to work, to avoid a certain neighborhood. Well, theoretically it would have been a fine idea, taking me barely a minute longer according to my GPS. But then I ran into a construction site. And then another. And then another. I literally kept turning down one street, running into a roadblock, and then trying to take a different street just to run into another. Good thing I leave for work neurotically early.
3. Everyone is crazy obsessed with Wegman’s. It’s this grocery store, and yeah, it’s pretty cool. But to hear a New Yorker talk about it, it sounds like the mystical gateway to a fairy realm where the tea is magic and every day is sunshine.
4. Syracusians(is that a word?) are very friendly. I was told by a handful of people before I moved that the average New Yorker is very cold and reserved, but I have not found such to be the case. Everyone I’ve met, from cashiers to people on the street, is very patient and understanding. Especially the parking attendants. Probably because they see my license plate and know I have no idea what I am doing.

The view from my window. Very green.

All in all, I’ve really been enjoying my time here. My apartment is luxurious, my job is awesome, and I feel like a strong independent woman who don’t need no parent’s basement to live in. I’ll write another update in a week, unless I forget. Or am lazy.

Cheers!