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In Which I List Thing I Will Miss When We Move

Published / by Kim / 1 Comment on In Which I List Thing I Will Miss When We Move
  • The clop-clop-clop of horses outside my window every day.
  • The Pay Phone Show. (This made the list of things I won’t miss, too. It’s annoying and entertaining all at once.)
  • The view of the woods across the street from my kitchen window. (This is usually what I’m looking at while people stare in at me from the sidewalk.)
  • The short walk that brings me to Eastchester Bay.
  • Having Pelham Bay Park right at my doorstep, literally.
  • Summers when the Metropolitan Opera performs in the park, and I can sit on my stoop and listen to Carmen.
  • The way the sun comes in through the kitchen windows in the morning and hits my prism, sending rainbows all around the room.
  • The crazy variety of birds that show up in the park and in my yard over the course of a year. Ospreys, blackbirds, woodpeckers, orioles, and on and on and on.
  • City Island.
  • Joanne, our neighbor up the block.
  • Tosca, my favorite restaurant for Italian food delivery.
  • The variety of food I can have delivered. Pizza and Chinese are available everywhere, but right now we also have Thai, Indian, two diners and a bar that deliver, more Mexican than you can shake a stick at, two seafood restaurants, several sushi places, Cuban, a place that specializes in only mofongo, and a cafe or two.
  • Easy access to 95 when we want to go north.
  • Bona Vita Key Food with its fantastic deli and crazy impulse buys I can never resist at the register, like jars of pickled peppers or preserved cherries.
  • How all the local delis have mozarella and pasta made in house.
  • The Old Man. Yeah, I’m going to kind of miss the old guy.

Probably not a complete list, but as I was typing someone knocked on the window and made me think of the things I won’t miss again.

In Which I List Things I Will Not Miss When We Move

Published / by Kim / 1 Comment on In Which I List Things I Will Not Miss When We Move
  • Having people who come to the door knock on the windows in the front of the house instead of ringing the bell.
  • Likewise, and even worse, having people yell through the front windows instead of ringing the bell.
  • Late night drunken people yelling outside at 3am on a Tuesday.
  • Hordes of teenagers – also drunk – partying on the corner every night all summer long.
  • Fighting and yelling of obscenities by same said hordes.
  • The Old Man starting his lawnmower right outside our bedroom window at 8am on a Saturday.
  • Leaving same lawnmower running right outside the open bedroom window, forcing us out of bed lest we drift off into that sweet, final sleep known as carbon monoxide poisoning.
  • Field Trip Season in the park, which should be gearing up right around the time we move.
  • The shower that never keeps the same temperature for more than 15 seconds at a time, turning a 5-minute shower into a 20-minute shower with all that additional time needed to constantly adjust the temperature.
  • The Pay Phone Show.
  • The lack of storage.
  • How people stare at me as they walk by while I do dishes in front of the kitchen window that’s, you know, over the sink.
  • How the kitchen table is the launching point for cats to get to the island.
  • Constantly worrying about someone dinging my car, or worse, because it’s parked on the street.
  • Never being in control of the heat in the winter, and subsequently being boiled or frozen depending on someone else’s whim.
  • The yellow bathroom tile. And the blue bathroom fixtures.
  • Having only one bathroom. You may think one bathroom is enough for two people. It is not.
  • Worrying about disturbing someone else if we’re being loud late at night.
  • Creepy Guy wandering around outside the living room window cursing and talking to himself, and yelling, “BOOM!”
  • The Old Man carrying on loud conversations outside our open bedroom window at 7:15 on a Sunday morning.

I’m sure this isn’t a complete list, merely a starting point. Up next: things I will miss when we move.