I haven’t had a chance to blog since my return to the States, but boy, am I glad to be home. The 10.5 hour plane ride from Moscow to Chicago was grueling, but at least I was lucky enough to have no one in the seat next to me and no screaming kids in the vicinity. My parents met me at the STL airport, I had breakfast with N the next morning, then a walk with E, then finally saw my sibs when my grandparents dropped them off. Then a baseball game followed by ice cream outing, lunch with K, and t-ball game the next day. Pair that with my little sister (affectionately known as my clone shadow since she’s always nearby and looks exactly like me) and I’ve been pretty busy.
I knew I missed home, but I didn’t realize how much until I got here. NYC is amazing. I love it; the people, my job, even my school. But it can’t compare to where I grew up. I went to Walmart for the first time in 7 months, and felt like I had died and gone to heaven 🙂 I’m hitting up all my favorite food joints that don’t exist in NY, and taking advantage of the serene bike trail near my house. People in NYC can’t seem to move fast enough, but here we mellow out and slow down a bit. It’s so nice to greet strangers be greeted with a friendly ‘hello’ and to chat a bit with the waiter or check out girl. E’ville’s not a small town where everyone knows each other–as my NYC coworkers seem to think (and no, most of us don’t live on farms)– but it’s still got that Midwestern hospitality mindset.
I’ll never regret moving to New York. It really helped me to become independent and realize what I want out of life. But that doesn’t mean I’m not looking forward to the day when I move back to good ol’ Illinois and am near my family once again.