After 10 years and two kids, life in New York was no longer my dream. So instead of facing another brutal winter waiting for a city bus that may never come, my husband and I packed up the kids and headed south. As much as I miss my beloved Brooklyn, it was time for me to get the heck out of Dodge.
This is my story of learning how to drive again, rediscovering the joys of grocery stores with aisles wide enough for a careening cab, and dealing with the frustrations of the carpool line.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Take Me Out (for Takeout)
I miss the dinnertime safety net of takeout food.
“Kate, what’s for dinner?”
(Distracted.) “Hmm? What? Uh, I don’t know. What’s in the fridge?”
(Annoyed.) “I don’t know.”
(Desperate.) “Well, let’s see, ugh, I guess I could make eggs or, well… huh.”
(Plotting.) “Well, it just occurred to me that I have to walk right by Little Tonino’s anyway,” – pause, pause, pause to let the groundwork solidify – “So what do you think about a meatball parm?”