city slicker.

apparently growing up in new york city creates quite the snooty city girl (or boy). the following is a list of things (in no particular order) i either hate or love, that can be directly attributed to my brooklyn roots…

1. i hate the smell of fresh cut grass. i much prefer smoggy air (which does not trigger my allergies).

2. there are few things more enjoyable than sitting on a new york city stoop. it would be considered trespassing anywhere else.

3. i’ll take sirens over crickets anyday. too much silence makes me nervous.

4. i’m not a fan of (what i consider to be typical suburban) chain restaurants, although i’ll entertain the thought that maybe i’m still holding a grudge from never being able to experience the ice cream sundaes from friendly’s i always saw in commercials as a kid.

5. city basements are usually cold, dark and scary. i much prefer the basements-turned-fully-furnished-game-rooms you find outside the city. (you’ve got us on that one for sure.)

6. where i come from, defensive-aggressive driving is a skill (not to mention: drivers don’t lose their cool when it rains). in all my years, i have yet to see a fender-bender in new york city!

7. i want to know the names of all the (sub)urban planners who decided paving streets without sidewalks was ok. is that why country folks seem to be just a bit more plump than urban dwellers? (yes, that’s a sweeping generalization.)