So, let it be known that I do love this city. But as can probably be deduced from a few previous posts, I did not grow up here and lived in a completely different environment until I was almost 19 years old. Being a native Mid-Westerner (well, at least that's what I consider Pittsburgh, PA) in Manhattan can be at times very interesting. And every now and then you have a night where you really, really miss home and your family.
Tonight it was spurred by menstruation and chick-lit. I've been an emotional PMS-er for many years, and in these states anything can spur the waterworks. Notable instances include everything from a baby throwing her toy out of the stroller to basically any country song. But tonight on a lazy, frigid night in, I'm reaching the climax of Nadine Haobsh's new release, "Confessions of a Beauty Addict." Not exactly Pulitzer Prize winning literature, but every now and then chick-lit manges to hit a little too close to home. Haobsh's heroine, Bella (whom, let's face it, is most likely an autobiographical character), is a successful beauty editor living in New York City (shocker), but has humble roots in a small town in Ohio. Bella makes a trip home to be the maid-of-honor at a wedding and emotionally explores her connection to her hometown, family, the house she grew up in, her childhood stuffed animal, etc. Cue the tears right about...here. In a month I will also be making a trip to Pittsburgh to appear as a bridesmaid in a wedding and see my family whom I miss more and more every day. In the novel, everyone in Ohio is fascinated by Bella's "exciting" big city life and proud that she did something "daring" and different with her life, not the norm in her hometown. By this point I have the day's purple Sue Devitt metallic eye crayon streaked all over my face.
I'm happy with my life in New York City despite the obvious struggles, but there are absolutely times when wonder what life would have been like out in the "real world". Let's face it, New York is NOT the real world. I love NYC and have a genuine connection with the city, but I have a genuine connection with very few (if any) people here and often feel like I don't have that emotional support system that runs rampant in middle America. So of course the next emotion is the urge to call Mommy, but the clock tells me that it's 11:19pm and aging parents in middle America are probably falling asleep, even on a Friday night.
*New York I love you, but you're bringing me down...* Do all Mid-West transplants into Manhattan feel this way?
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So, thanks to FB i just found this blog of yours, and it has thoroughly distracted me from getting my overworked behind to bed early for once. But, that being said, a much more enjoyable hour was spent reading this than watching the Say Yes to the Dress re-runs that i have dvr'd (and i mean that in the most complimentary way, I love me some wedding drama!!) Anyway, this post is 100 percent true and holy crap, you read my mind :) Don't forget, you've always got some PA understanding here in NY (ok, technically NJ, but whatev.)
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