I have always loved the idea of getting up early on days when I don’t have to and joining the exclusive (yet completely imaginary) club of early risers. This false sense of accomplishment probably came from the summers that my cousins and I would spend at our grandparent’s beach house. During these visits, I would always strive to be one of the first to wake up because I enjoyed the solitude…. it also meant that I had first choice of breakfast cereal and got to decide what to watch on TV.
Because come on, there’s just nothing like that feeling of superiority you get when you’ve been up for awhile and you’re just hanging out, watching TV, and your family member/friend groggily walks down the stairs squinting and with hair that looks like they just stepped out of a wind tunnel. And you’re just there feeling fresh and enjoying your eyesight that has long adjusted to the light and you’re just like “Oh, hey, what’s up? By the way there’s no more Lucky Charms, I finished them. Nana said there is plenty of store brand shredded wheat left, though. It’s in the box with the two years past expiration date. I hope you like the Cosby Show!”
When I think back to this past summer in New York and how desperately I wanted to finish my internship and get back home I feel the biggest sense of relief that I’m not there anymore. Like literally this feeling of contentment washes over me and I bask in it for a second. So. It’s really confusing when I visit and I feel like I can’t wait to live there again. But I try to remember that my ten week stay in the city:
1) Was without air conditioning.
2) Happened during a summer heat wave that felt like a free trip to hell.
3) Included an internship that was cool and sometimes interesting but still rather monotonous and made me realize that I absolutely can not sit at a desk all day (unless they want to pay me to be on Facebook and YouTube).
4) Included fellow interns at the internship who were some of the most grating personalities I have ever come in contact with.
a) If you announce at the end of every lunch that you want a sundae/chocolate/raspberries covered in whip cream/the other half of my sandwich then its time to start eating more than a salad. Chase some of those cravings why don’t ya (except get your own damn sandwich).
b) “I like hummus but I hate chickpeas. Isn’t that weird?” ← not interesting at all. Do not say stuff like that.
5) Had me enjoying a mandatory meal plan that forced me to eat nothing but Dunkin Donuts on the weekends.
6) Included 3 out of 4 roommates that were either never there (2) or psychotic/whiney (1) – I can’t decide which trait I hated more SIKE IT WAS THE WHINING.
7) Was without any of my friends or family there for more than three days. Lonely. And that it just a testament to how awesome they all are.
8) WAS WITHOUT AIR CONDITIONING.
I am sure that I want to live in New York again. I think as long as at least one of these things isn’t true the second time around it will go much better.