New Yorker (Almost)

 

I Felt Like A New Yorker This Weekend When:

1)  I was asked for directions three times- and I knew what to tell them!  (Well, one time I kind of guessed.  But I was pretty sure.  Let’s hope.)

2)  I was walking on the sidewalk and started fighting my way through a heavy crowd.  I thought- “TOURISTS!  What are they all doing here?”  And then realized that I was standing next to the Empire State Building.

3)  I was pushing my kids on swings at the playground in Brooklyn.  (From Boise to Brooklyn…sounds like a good blog name…)  We were the only Caucasian people in the park, but it didn’t seem strange anymore, and Joseph didn’t even notice.

4)  I stepped over all of the mysterious puddle/streams along the sidewalks of Manhattan (urine?) without hardly even having to look down.

5)  I didn’t even jump when a man next to me started yelling loudly at another man a few floors above us.  In Italian.

6)  I didn’t say “Bless you” every time someone around me sneezed.  Actually, yes I did.  But that’s just polite.