Describe Your First Few Weeks As A New Yorker:
"Stine, there is a man who’s jumped on top of a yellow taxi outside!”
Firstly, two weeks before moving from San Francisco I crashed on my bicycle and broke my shoulder and had surgery. Then, I had to go on a planned trip to Sweden so when I landed in NYC the day before my new job at The Times started, I was in an arm sling and had my mom in tow from Sweden since I had broken down in tears while I was there asking her to help me move since my boyfriend was still in California. So, my mom and I faced NYC head on together, even if I was in a lot of pain and it sucked going to my first day of work in a sling!
It felt like real New York. It was hot as hell in July and we didn't have an air conditioner so we had to keep our windows open to 2nd Avenue all night. One night on the 4th of July, my mom woke me up at 4am standing by the window looking out and said, "Stine, there is a man who's jumped on top of a yellow taxi outside!"
I just said, go back to sleep.