Lost in New York City

They say it's the city that never sleeps. Well, I can't speak for the city but I certainly don't have any trouble falling asleep the moment my head touches the pillow. But I can confirm that life has somewhat sped up since arriving in the Big Apple - it feels like only yesterday I was blogging about my first impressions of New York. Where has three months in this mesmerising city gone? A vast amount of that time has been chained to my desk but that's the culture in this city; you work hard and play harder. At least that's what I'm told - I'm still working on the latter! 

So, I've been off-radar for some time. Constantly battling with the urge to pen the challenges and reality of moving your life and your husband to a new country but hoping and waiting for a positive spin. You might think that Brits & Yanks speak the same language but you wouldn't believe how much get's lost in translation and, ultimately, what a culture shock you're in for! It's not just 'CVs' and 'resumes' or 'toilets' and 'restrooms' - we've been setting up in a country with a whole new medical, tax and tipping system to get our heads around! You talk to your friends about moving to New York and rose-tinted spectacles lead everyone to think that life must be "super amazing", "super exciting" and like a scene from a movie. And I was the same to be honest. But the truth is, I haven't started wearing Manolo's on the commute to work (like my feet have lost all feeling just because I moved across the pond?) and I'm not sipping cocktails on rooftop bars every evening (because who can afford that? Or the expanding waistline that goes with it!) 

I've become somewhat of an expert at "faking it". Saying what people want to hear. Apart from that time a friend of mine was in town and over a newly popped bottle of Prosecco after a particularly tough day, I get asked the question, "So... you've moved to New York! You must be having the best time? Are you loving it?" My response? I burst into tears. Like, literally sobbed. I had nothing to offer that was anywhere near her expectations, nothing that she would have wanted to hear. Instead, I got removed from the bar by a rather scared-looking Ryan for some fresh air and a pep talk. So, as you've probably gathered, the reality is somewhat different and BREAKING NEWS: moving your life is hard - it requires energy, patience and money - three things we don't have in abundance right now!  

Despite my British-tendency to have a good moan, there have certainly been some pinch-me moments during this time which we have savoured in between the budget spreadsheet and worries over paying our rent whilst Mr A navigates the (surprisingly difficult) New York recruitment scene. Like a Friday night sat on a bench watching the sun set with the Statue of Liberty in view. Or breathtaking views of lower Manhattan from One World Trade Center thanks to the Mother-in-Law being in town and a touristy treat. Walking the Williamsburg Bridge in the sunshine to work up an appetite for the delights of smorgasburg. Cycling around Central Park in the sunshine and discovering the joys of ClassPass and the pure barre endorphins (oh how that has helped my mental state!).
Actually enjoying this city is easy to do. Hello weekends and the bonus of Memorial Day Weekend offering that extra day of adventure. It just requires some deep pockets! If you're a Brit visiting the Big Apple you'll feel the pinch of the exchange rate. If you're a Brit living in the Big Apple you'll feel the pinch of everyday living costs. Paying a premium for getting groceries onto the island ever entered your mind as a tourist? Despite working all hours, one salary for two people just doesn't go a long way in this city, particularly with the rental prices. But, give me some time and a blog post on 'NYC on the cheap' should be bulletproof! 

So, I may be feeling a little lost in New York City - and, sadly, this version doesn't include the Plaza Hotel, Duncan's Toy Chest and a Christmas tree at the Rockefeller Center - but I have my favourite person with me on this adventure and a lovely line of family and friends who have been or are on their way out to visit us (suitcases brimming with British produce). Whilst it hasn't been all rosy so far, before I know it, we'll be another three months down in the blink of an eye. 
Or a New York minute you might say... 

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