I used to live in New York City, and while I have made the conscious decision to move back down South and live a slower-paced life, I still like to think that I am relatively hip. I wear heels. I go to art exhibits. I watch Bravo. I live in an urban area. I go to trendy restaurants. I know a lot about wine. I get into battles of wit, and often win.
But there is nothing like having the entire staff at O'Charley's surround your table clapping, singing, and presenting you a piece of "caramel pie" while you're at the obligatory birthday lunch with your well-meaning grandparents to bring you right back down to earth.
Oh my God. I really do seem to have chosen a life in middle-America.
Gulp.
I had the same realization when I found myself needing to go to the MALL for my shopping.
ReplyDeleteSigh.
glad to have stumbled upon another recovering NYCer.
"Recovering NYCer"...
ReplyDeleteI like that.
Because if you think about it, aren't we all in recovery from something?