I think I’m starting to feel settled into life in New York.
I joined a local yoga class, which apart from being good for my body and mind (cliché alert), gives structure to my days, which at the moment generally entail getting up for yoga then sitting in a café, often with Jacqui, nursing a coffee, talking and writing. I’ve grown accustomed to the taste of drip coffee, and I’ve discovered that if I order it with steamed milk, it tastes somewhat like a latte (to my untrained taste buds) and for half the price. And I’ve discovered my new favourite breakfast – a fusion of the best of both Melbourne and American brunch foods – a toasted bagel with cream cheese, avocado, tomato, bacon and hot sauce, which I can whip up for myself at home. I just got a job, which is a start, despite not being in my industry and paying less than half what I was earning in Melbourne.
Some of these days (like today) the sun is out and it is actually kind of nice to be outside. On these days I can imagine that spring is just around the corner and everything seems better.
On the other hand, there are some things that I’m still getting used to. I can’t get my head around the imperial system - inches, feet, miles and pounds are all foreign concepts to me, and let’s not even get started on fahrenheit. I stared blankly at my new doctor when asked how much I weigh in pounds and I’ve noticed looks of horror from Americans when talking to fellow Australians in public about the weather and mentioning that it is forecast for -15 degrees on the weekend (which, come to think of it, is pretty horrifying in Celsius as well). I instinctively move to pass people on the left side, which no doubt confuses them and leads to regular games of sidewalk chicken, and I’ve almost been hit by cars numerous times because I forget to look left first before crossing the road (also, American drivers tend not to give way at pedestrian crossings). But baby steps…