What a wonderful gift New York has given me. On my first day, on my first trip to the grocery store, the rain decided to play patty-cake with the pavement. It wasn’t so bad walking the 10 blocks there, but on the way back it was near down-pour status. This even would not have been so bad had the flimsy plastic bags not decided to break on me.
Oh the joy of carrying three sacks of groceries bundled across my chest.
I chose to live here right?