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“What did the title just imply…?” Better yet, “WTF LIZ” is probably what you, my darling readers, are thinking right now. This is supposed to be a blog about a NYC girl being weird, then she decided to go all granola and move to Denver, and NOW the she’s heading to Asia? In a nutshell, the explanation is a combination of all those plans. First, I decided that the city that never sleeps was a bit exhausting, so I decided to spend the summer visiting my family in Arkansas and preparing for a September move to Denver. It was early-ish September that my dear friend, Angela, sent me the link to International Volunteer HQ‘s site and it was like the Universe was giving me a good, hard shove in the right direction. Within 2 days I had decided I was going to teach Kindergarten in Indonesia for 8 weeks, then backpack my way over to India and spend an additional 6 weeks teaching English in the slums of Delhi.
Woah-that was a lot to throw out there, but this really isn’t as far-fetched as you might imagine for this awkward city dweller….See, I have been wanting to volunteer since I was in college and living on my political soap box. However, because I’m not a strong enough person, I decided to not turn in my Peace Corps application and instead, dove into the real world (after a summer traveling in Europe, of course).
HEY, it was 2009 and the financial collapse was at its peak, so don’t judge me…or do, whatever. Anyway, after busting my butt AND getting it kicked, in New York, I realized that this “career limbo” I am currently in provides the perfect time gap I need to volunteer for a (not 2 year) stint.
So, I hope this explains how this WTF Wednesday is actually not all that WTFy after all.
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I am super excited and you should be even more excited to keep up with my blog now that SE Asia is being thrown in my messy mix!
Are you seeing what I see? Are you sickened!? Do you see how my whole morning was ruined when I saw that sign!?? I JUST returned to the city after a relaxing trip to Arkansas and THIS is my welcoming!???? You’re reading it right, “No. No. No. PETS Allowed.” By now you might be thinking “alright, crazy, haven’t heard from you since October and now you’re freaking out about a no animal policy commonly implemented in public places.” I totally get that train of thought. But it’s wrong and I’m about to tell you why.
If you understand my anger without any questions you can skip ahead. If you are confused and/or having trouble understanding my fury, the narration below will give you perspective of my personal history with David’s Gourmet Foods and, unless you’re French, is probably needed. For your convenience, I’ve placed another image so you know which of the many signs I’m referring to—
Go back in time to the day I moved to the big city and put yourself there. Your new in town, the town referred to is populated by 9 million people give-or-take, you’ve just spent a day MOVING, you’re starving, and you own the most incredibly handsome dog ever bread (by “bread” I mean a biologic accident that caused by a mom dog who came from several generations of strays having an offspring). Well, said dog has to pee and he definitely deserved a walk, so you head out just wanting a sandwich, get turned down at eatery after eatery because your dog is anxiety ridden after a move and barking like a maniac when tied outside, and you start to think you might have to do the unthinkable- go back to the apartment and wait for delivery. But no, the very last one you walk in welcomes you and The Schubes with open arms and the grill guy makes you the BEST roast beef sandwich you’ve ever consumed in your LIFE.
Obviously, you too would visit this place a lot because logic tells us that grabbing food while already out dog walking is easier than making 2 trips. This is especially true when the meal being fed is breakfast (first thing in the morning is no time to go without food or peeing). And you can totally understand why this place has been a NYC staple for me, right? Schubert and I seriously walk into this establishment 3-6 times a week…NO LESS THAN 3! The men who worked/managed David’s knew us by name and even started playing a Schubert piece when we walked in one day. If that’s not Deli love, I don’t know what is.
Now that you’ve been versed on my problem with this blasphemous rule, it’s easy to grasp why after I saw this- on a morning I was more in love with New York City than ever before- it was decided this sign was a non-literal sign to me from the gods. What were they saying? They were, of course, telling me that I needed to relocate from NYC to Denver in September. DIDN’T SEE THAT COMING, DID YOU!?
SURPRISE MUTHA’ F*CKERS!!!
Seriously, this story is real, but the other real story is that major there was a major hiccup in my workplace that made me unhappy around the same time that my lease was ending. I’ve had my eye on Denver for a long time, it was in my top 3 options when I decided to move from Arkansas to New York back in 2011. So, while this sounds sudden to you, it’s not but I’d love to hear what my your judgements might be. This won’t stop me from grabbing breakfast wraps and roast beef sandwiches from David’s during my last weeks here, I mean they are so legit that The New York Times even featured them, but it did make me stop rethinking my move.
Summary: Sorry it’s been a LONG while since my last post but, thanks to being in-between jobs and wanting to live up NYC before leaving, I’m about to start cranking them out daily. If you had forgotten about me, REMEMBER!. And don’t worry, 2 years in NYC was all the universe wants for Liz for now, but there will be plenty of Fabulously Awkward times to be had in Colorado, if not more since they’ve legalized Pot there.