No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow

"April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks 'Go.'"
—Christopher Morley

Living in Arkansas, where you can practically blink and miss winter, made me forget how much appreciated the arrival of spring can be. Living in New York has made the arrival of the season much anticipated, particularly after a very cold, very wet Monday this week where I unintentionally walked the wrong direction going somewhere and arrived at my destination longing for warmth with jeans soaked practically to the knee.

All week I eagerly discussed the 80 degree weather predicted to be coming this weekend with colleagues, random friars in the elevator and a college classmate I bumped into on the subway platform. I was skeptical when Thursday was still fairly cold and trying not to get my hopes up Friday morning when it was still relatively chilly. I was even doubtful Saturday morning when I checked the temperature to find it was in the high 50s.

But sure enough, the temperature rose as the day went on and by the time I was ready to venture out it was somewhere in the 80s, just as promised.

Its amazing how much warmer weather can brighten a day and beckon you to be outside. Yesterday I walked to the grocery store and made a pasta salad for lunch (I also bought some strawberries and angel food cake for strawberry shortcake). After a bible study later in the evening, I couldn't believe I wasn't shivering in my short sleeves when the sun went down.

I strolled to church in warm weather for the first time this morning and took more time than usual making my way home. But that wasn't enough time outside for me. Sitting in my apartment knowing how warm and sunny it was outside I decided to go for a walk with no real destination. So I headed toward Williamsburg (the neighborhood next to Greenpoint, often described as being full of hipsters*) and the park. Mostly I just walked in and out of shops and didn't buy anything, although I did end up getting a few more groceries, a couple of blisters, and possibly a slight sunburn on my back (too soon to tell).

All in all, it was a lovely excursion that left me truly appreciating living in a place where I am walking distance to pretty much anything I need (not the case in Ohio) as well as some things I don't need but are still very interesting.

So now the important question: Is the weather going to stay this way? Well, the weather channel is predicting highs in the 80s tomorrow, and a high of 90(!) on Tuesday. Honestly, 90 degrees might be a little high for me, especially in April. After that it trickles down into the 60s and 70s.

And with that, I am exhausted.



*Definition of hipster, per UrbanDictionary.com: Listens to bands that you have never heard of. Has hairstyle that can only be described as "complicated." (Most likely achieved by a minimum of one week not washing it.) Probably tattooed. Maybe gay. Definitely cooler than you. Reads Black Book, Nylon, and the Styles section of the New York Times. Drinks Pabst Blue Ribbon. Often. Complains. Always denies being a hipster. Hates the word. Probably living off parents money — and spends a great deal of it to look like they don't have any. Has friends and/or self cut hair. Dyes it frequently (black, white-blonde, etc. and until scalp bleeds). Has a closet full of clothing but usually wears same three things OVER AND OVER (most likely very tight black pants, scarf, and ironic tee-shirt). Chips off nail polish artfully after $50 manicure...

A job and a half

I've decided living in a new city where you know (practically) no one ... well it makes your life a little more difficult. Especially when you're out of school.

I think sometimes we take for granted how easy it is to meet people growing up. Until moving to New York, I was always in a situation where meeting people my own age just sort of happened. Elementary school, high school, college — everyone is just trying to meet people and make friends. Even during my time with YouthWorks! and GreaterWorks, I was working with young Christians passionate about their faith. We had the same general interests and beliefs. Friendship just sort of happened.

But now I've moved somewhere where the only people I knew previously are a handful of college classmates that I more or less lost all contact with over the past two or so years. While I really enjoy my job and the people I work with, it is a small office with maybe a dozen people, and I am easily the youngest. So, not going to make lots of friends there.

I moved here aware of the idea that making friends was going to be a challenge. At times I feel like meeting people is like having a part time job. Example: In the past week I have gone to three young adult events at various locations in the city (or its surrounding boroughs) after work. The most recent kept me away from my apartment until about 11:15 p.m. I chose to stay that long, because it was interesting and I was enjoying my company, but nonetheless.

All this is to say that I feel like I might finally be making some headway. After nearly three months of living here, I feel like I'm getting to the point where I might be able to call people beyond my roommate "friend." (I joke with her that she has to be my friend since I pay her $850 a month.)

Its definitely something out of my comfort zone, having to intentionally seek out friendships, but I am happy to see my efforts finally paying off. Maybe soon my part-time job trying to find friends can turn into relaxation and rejuvenation with people whose company I really enjoy.

(You should also take the general topic of this blog to understand why I hardly ever write. Would you have the time if you were as busy as I was?)

Northern hospitality?

Sometimes (okay, most of the time) I miss the south. New York is just an entirely different pace. Granted, I am learning to appreciate this entirely different place, but it is not Arkansas — that's for sure. I feel like things were comfortable in Arkansas. Here people get irritated if you hesitate before exiting the subway gates or if you don't walk at a speed that implies you're already 10 minutes late to where you're going (I guess that would be 10 minutes late in Booneville ... because here it's just normal).

Earlier this week, I was trying to climb on a train during "rush hour" for my morning commute, and got pushed into the woman in front of me. I was ready to apologize to her (mind you for something I had no control over) when she turned around with an angry look and said "Could you not??" Sometimes I worry this irritation is could be contagious and will begin to rub off on me.

Then there's the friendliness, or lack thereof here. That's not to say that I haven't met friendly people — because I absolutely have. In fact, I want to say that I am pleasantly surprised with the friendliness of some of the people I've met. But New York lacks the overall friendly charm of the southern part of our country. People don't honk and wave. Smiles as a result of eye contact with a stranger are seldom. In fact, most people do whatever they can to avoid eye contact. This is hard for me, because I'm so used to living in a small town where either I know the person or I just might as well be polite and friendly and smile and say hi.

Reflecting on these facts of life as they seem, I can't help but think the two are related, maybe in a never-ending circle. That is to say, if people were friendlier, maybe they wouldn't be in such a rush or so irritated with the person standing in front of them (or in my case, behind them); and if they weren't in such a rush, perhaps they would have more time to be friendly.

On a lighter, entirely unrelated note, I finally bought a bed Thursday evening and had my first glorious night of sleep on it. And tonight I got some lovely coverings for it that I should be receiving by early next week at the latest. Next? A dresser, I hope.