An interview with my favorite little lady (LL): (conducted today on the train)
Me: What's your favorite thing about NYC?
LL: Going to the park with my best friends.
Me: Where's your favorite place in NYC?
LL: The statue of "livery" (Liberty)
Me: What's better, Brooklyn or Manhattan?
LL: Manhattan because my friend Nicholas lives there. (note: she does not, to my knowledge, have a friend named Nicholas in Manhattan.)
Me: What's the best food in NYC?
LL: In Central Park there is so nice hot dogs and a playground...
Me: What's the coolest part of riding the train?
LL: Sitting down and holding onto the pole
Me: Do you miss Maryland?
LL: I do because it's my favorite place to go
Me: Where should we go next in NYC?
LL: Empire State Building and Coney Island with the beautiful carrousel (ferris wheel)
Me: What's the best part of living here?
I like to go on the train and with my scooter because it has a bell and I like my helmet and I like my pom-poms and I like to ride all day long outside
Me: Do you remember the day we moved here?
LL: 21st....There was no bed, no couch, so I sit on the window (sill).
Me: Who are your best friends in NYC?
LL: Amina, Lukas, Jude, Ananda, Nadia, Coco, Teddy, Mohammed, June, and Antonio.
Me: Do you like New York?
LL: I do...I love it.
We just recently celebrated our 1-year-anniversary as New Yorkers and I can't fathom how time has passed so quickly. Recently an uber driver told me, "you might live in Brooklyn, but you're definitely not from there." Um, thanks dude.
Although we still have some days where I/we feel like a tourist(s), NYC does feel more like "home" one year later. We have our favorite spots around town, a pizza guy we wave to every day, a routine for riding the train, a favorite place in Central Park and in Prospect Park, our bodega/fruit market/grocery store (even if it doesn't sell meat or other normal necessities), a favorite restaurant (or 2 or 3) for every cuisine around the world, a secret spot for bagels and our "regular order", a favorite donut shop (and Sunday morning ritual), and a favorite post office where they're actually nice to us.
I have finally perfected ordering groceries online and have learned to check the weather and if there's any doubt, carry an umbrella. I have learned that it's ok to just double park your car on the wrong side of the road for 1.5 hours every Monday and Tuesday because of street sweeping.
We have learned to always talk to the nice old ladies on the train, and on our street we have made some lovely new friends, including our favorite, Miss Susan and her husband, who we affectionately call "Mister Susan". We still freak out when the nice Mariachi guys come on the train and serenade us on our ride home. We have made sweet neighborhood friends and adorable teenage babysitters and puppy friends whose owners I don't know the names of.
I'll never forget how scared I was on moving day last year when we showed up, in the rain, and parked (illegally) on our new street. I had a pit in my stomach, but I wanted to seem like it was ok and not scare my little one too much.
I'll never forget how she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "mama, it's going to be ok".
I'll never forget that delivery pizza-dinner-out-of-the-box we had amidst millions of moving boxes on her bare bedroom floor and how tired I was that first night.
I'll never forget waking up that second morning with the brightest sunlight ever shining in our windows and thinking, "We can do this (and man, we need drapes)".
I'll never forget 2 weeks later when my traveling hubby got to finally come "home".
That day, it really started to feel like home.