Here I am in the Big Apple! It’s been nearly one week since I arrived here and I can’t exactly say that I like it. But I can’t quite say that I hate it either… At this point, I’m kind of just feeling indifferent about this city.
Like any city, there are some good things about New York and some bad things. The good (and probably the most obvious) is that there are Dunkin Donut shops on practically every street corner here. It’s not like I eat a lot of donuts. Because I certainly do not. But just knowing that I can walk into a Dunkin Donuts anytime I want, and order myself a super creamy, very sugary, hot coffee beverage, gets me really excited. What can I say? It just feels good to be living in a city again that has this amazing delicacy.
I’ve also noticed that it’s really easy to catch a cab in New York City. No matter where you are, or what time of day (or night) it is, all you have to do is stand on some street corner and put your hand out. And a cab will automatically stop for you. It’s that simple! The whole “hailing a cab” concept is non-existent in San Francisco…particularly on those rainy days when your hair is especially prone to frizz and you are competing with everyone else in the city to secure a cab. In San Francisco, even when you schedule a cab pickup on the telephone, you still have to wait at least an hour before the cab will even show up at your address. For this one reason alone, New York is scoring huge points in my book. After all, you know how excited I get over public transportation!
What’s quickly losing points for New York City is the disgusting public restroom conditions. In this very big and dirty city, I find it hard to believe that not all bathrooms have disposable toilet seat covers. Apparently, San Francisco takes butt protection a lot more seriously than New York does! In San Francisco, no matter where you decide to use a public restroom, disposable toilet seat covers are always provided. And this is one luxury that my butt cheeks have definitely become accustomed to. To be honest, I just don’t get why a city that is infested with bed bugs (and who knows what else), would not want to adopt the butt cheek protection act that San Francisco has been adhering to for years. It makes no sense!
Another incredibly gross thing that I have noticed about New York is that the snot in my nose has officially turned black. I get startled every time I blow my nose here and see the darkened mess on the tissue. I mean I know that black is all the rage, especially in a fashion-forward city such as New York. It’s slimming. It’s flattering. Everything looks better in black. I get it. Really, I do. But in this situation, I definitely think that clear should be the new black…
So, as you can probably gather by now, as I walk the streets of New York each day, I am constantly trying to figure out which city I like better, San Francisco or New York. I find that I am constantly scoring the two cities against each other. Perhaps this is a perfect example of what people mean when they say you can’t compare an apple to an orange? I guess in this case, San Francisco is the orange…And New York is the Big Apple. And maybe…just maybe…they’re not meant to be compared.