Kids. They're everywhere. In the streets, on the train, in restaurants, absolutely everywhere. In LA unless you work with kids, you're not really around them this much. I most appreciate how independent they are. At first it was shocking to see them riding the subways or walking the streets alone, but I come from a city where they're driven everywhere. Plus it's been a good reminder that kids, despite their age are in fact people too.
Escalators. They never work. What's up with that? After a long tiring day, the last thing I want to do when I get out the train is manually climb up a frozen escalator. For all the taxes y'all pay, the least you could get is consistently working escalators.
Bugs are a thing. I've been bitten a thousand and one times in the span of two weeks. And I scar easily so the marks (albeit from my scratching) will be coming home with me. The humidity has also been a silent nemesis. I've been to New Orleans so I've seen serious humidity, but I think because I'm been spending more time outside, I've been getting headaches from the humidity. I carry my water bottle with me everywhere though (thanks Darrell!) so your girl is staying hydrated.
Fila's! Everybody and their mom is rocking a pair of Fila's.
I'm in NY for the summer. I've always wanted to live here, I'm off from school and my job let's me work from my computer. So here I am. I don't remember the last time I traveled with more than a carry on, so navigating the airport and the subway with both a carry on and a proper suitcase was quite the event. First off I'm cheap, so I wasn't about to buy new luggage. Instead I rummaged through my sister's closet for an old suitcase- unpretty and a two-wheeler, but still functional. At LAX I found my footing. By JFK, I was a pro at the two suitcase roll. But the subway, oh my the subway. I briefly considered calling a Lyft, but remember I'm cheap. Tangent: I've been binging the Amazing Race recently and now I get it! When you're in the moment, flustered, trying to find your metro pass, keep track of your phone that you always lose and have two rolling bags, you forget that there's an actual gate and try to squeeze through the turnstile with your mountain of belongings and get...stuck. Yes, someone very rudely asked me why I didn't go through the regular gate. Yes I very rudely and defensively responded back, And then a very nice African man helped me get out and through. I then rolled said suitcase over someone's foot on the train 🤦🏾♀️, got it stuck in between two closing doors, had to lug it down two flights of stairs and got caught in the rain with it. Worth it? Absolutely not. On the plus side, I'm walking distance to a bomb senegalese restaurant, I already made a new friend, and I'm writing a blog post! And yes, I will be calling a Lyft for my return trip.