The other day, my girlfriend drove four of us in a car to our monthly book club meeting. A car! Ah, the luxury. A beautiful, quiet, clean, climate controlled, uncrowded car!
Nobody pushed me when I opened the door. Nobody crowded me. I had a good 12 inches of buffer space all around me. Honks, street noise, and people yelling were inaudible. The temperature stayed below 100 degrees. The commute turned easy, almost effortless.
Excuse me while I sit back I relish the memory.
Ah...
I feel 16 years old again whenever I ride around the city in a car. It's like one of us just got her license and her parents let us borrow their wheels for a night of freedom. A friend with a car is a rare find in the city. A true gem.
Thank you to my friends who have let me sink into their backseats and join them for the ride.
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I'm a young professional with relatively new jobs, a not-so-new newlywed, and a transplant to New York City. If you've ever been married, moved to New York City, or can faintly recall either - then maybe this blog will resurface a few nostalgic memories.
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