Weekly Subway Car Thoughts:

The subway is v convenient but it’s actually comical the things you see/think/feel every day on your commute. Here’s what is usually running through my head on the 12 stop F train ride…

Body Heat:

Is the person next to me aware that my thigh is hot? I’m really aware that my thigh is giving off heat to their thigh. Are they okay with our thighs touching? I mean I don’t like it but there is also no room and my thighs are v thicc.

Personal Space:

Why does this person feel it’s okay to keep their butt pressed against my butt. That’s about it. Just a butt to butt issue. 

Sanitation:

Why don’t people sneeze into their elbow like they teach you in elementary school. Like is it necessary to sneeze into your hand and then grab the pole? Also coughing. Shouldn’t we be coughing into our elbows instead of in people’s faces? I feel like this is how the next plague/apocalypse will start. 

Sweat:

Does everyone notice that I am sweating like a pig in parka? Because I definitely feel like people notice. I mean they probably don’t, but also I feel like this woman to my left keeps staring at me. WHY AM I SO SWEATY?! 

Byeeee,

Jenny From The Block.

Update: Life in the city of dreams.

So it’s been a year and I’m a slacker. Clearly not a minor slacker, but a real slacker. The kind that literally takes a year to craft a blog post. I’m not a slacker in real life though. I swear. Unless it has to do with packing, unpacking, laundry, and apparently blog posts. But I’ll get better at that last one.

So here’s what I’ve figured out from the last time.

All trains suck. Not just the F.

Literally all of them. The L is just hilarious. The R should be retired. And yes, the F is still like an ex­: hot, sweaty and unreliable

Drinks only cost a million dollars sometimes.

I still love a good rooftop bar, BUT I found the $5 drinks. They are in Brooklyn. I can wear jeans there. #yas

Grocery shopping is now a breeze.

At first, I’d take a train to the grocery store. Play bumper cars through the aisles of Trader Joe's. Compete with Cobble Hill moms in their head to toe Lululemon for the last bag of tri-colored quinoa. Wait in line. Schlep home while praying my bananas wouldn’t bruise. Now I order amazon fresh and sit on my couch watching MTV reality shows like the millennial I am. #LifeIsBreezy

Pigeons are still scary. Focus on puppies.

For every 10 gross pigeons, there is 1 adorable puppy. They are everywhere. People always let you pet them. End of story. Focus on the puppies, not the pigeons.

One year later and I’m in love. In love with the people, the energy, the lights, the constant running, and the overall day to day adventure of the city. I finally understand the I heart NY t-shirts.

TTFN,

Jenny from the block.

Life in the "city of dreams"

It has been officially one month since I moved to New York City. I have been dreaming of living in the hustle and bustle of the city since I was 5. But friends, we are no longer in North Carolina.

Here's what I've learned so far.

The F train sucks. 

It's called the F train for a reason. It Fs me over every day. It's hot, sweat, and unreliable. Kind of like an ex boyfriend. 

Drinks cost a million dollars.

There are no such things as $5 drinks here. At least I haven't found them yet. But then again, I should probably stop being bougie and going to rooftop bars in Meat Packing. 

Grocery shopping is now a chore.

I have always hated going grocery shopping, but now its just excessive. Here's how it usually goes. Google "grocery store near me". Take subway. Realize you're going the wrong way. Transfer trains. Finally make it to the store. Shop. Get home to realize that your eggs are broken.

Pigeons are scary.

People that don't live in the city will say "they are more scared of you than you are of them." NOPE. I'm way more terrified. Pigeons will fly right into your head and then laugh and tell all their pigeon friends how loud you scream. Watch out for pigeons. 

Don't get me wrong. I absolutely love it here. The people are rad, my job is baller, there is something fun to do everyday of the week, AND I get invited to cool events on a weekly basis. Moving to the city has been awesome so far. I still have a lot to learn, but I can't wait to share all my adventures in the crazy city.

With love,

Jenny from the block (now official)