The story of me Part 4

Continued from here. Don’t be lazy pants and read all previous sections first. We landed. Due to previously intelligently conducted arrangements, we had some people that were meeting us at the airport. These were not relatives, nor acquaintances but some people from my mom’s hometown that migrated to New York some years back, were identified by some word of mouth, haunted down and asked for help. For whatever strange reason they agreed. However, now I know that once an immigrant it will become your automatic duty to assist all the new arrivals. I’m letting you in on secret local, native-born...

Don’t forget to be a rebel

The highlight of this weekend was heat. Some other things happened but this was in between moments of ‘omg, I’m about to pass out’. No amount of being outside, or in the shade, or near the water, or in the water could have saved you. This is the famous New York heat that makes you feel like you’re a lobster in a boiling pot of somebody’s dinner or an eternal sinner that finally died and reach the bowels of hell. I just re-read my descriptions…somewhat extreme, and I bet you won’t want to visit New York in the summer. And...

Food Lovers rejoice

So, I went to a French restaurant on Tuesday. No special occasion happened, although coincidentally enough it turned out to be Bastille Day too. From what I recon, it’s the type of French Independence Day. Let’s not bother ourselves with too much world history. I got pretty excited since I have never been formally introduced to the French cuisine before. I mean I heard enough about it. And I sure did watch a lot of Food Network. It’s a type of obsession I have. Watching other people mix ingredients, whip up fabulous dishes, and provide advice on best ways to...

Weekend wrap up

Let’s start this with a Thursday when I went to visit my friend who is a proud owner of a one-year-old, meaning a child. I’ll be honest; I have mixed feelings about children. Not children in general, I’m fine with those. Especially the ones that can already talk because the most random and bizarre things come out of their mouths. Truly entertaining, if you ask me.  But let’s just say I have not yet had an urgent need to reproduce and give this world another version of me. One’s enough.   And then, when I have a rare, confused thought...

The story of Me Part 3

Continued from here and here (in that order, if you wish for it to make sense (your call, really)) I was going to end my travels to America there, and skip to when we landed. Which would be a logical thing to do. But then it was my first time flying and what the hell might as well share with ya’ll (somehow, a southern accent seemed appropriate here). Getting through security was very intimidating. I think at the airport security school that is exactly what they teach them – to look intimidating. I can’t get over the feeling to this...

4th of July – Brooklyn raised, American strong

Firstly, try not to get teary from the title of this post. So, I’ve been somewhat away from posting for a couple of days. Long weekend and all. But I’ve also been dutifully collecting material for you. Let’s call great consumption of foods and beverages that. 4th of July. How shall we describe this great tradition of BBQing,  waving American flags, burning stuff and fireworks?  As exactly that. It may also serve as an excuse of random people coming together in great fits of enthusiasm and comradeship. Such as your neighbors. Whom you may want nothing to do with all...

My Wednesday Friend

So, I have a friend whom I meet with almost exclusively only on Wednesdays. This tradition did not begin intentionally. It originated from impossible overlaps and complications in our busy schedules and hectic lives (rolling my eyes). We were never able to coordinate a different day to meet. So, eventually Wednesdays became our thing. In all honesty, I’m not even sure why we’re friends. It’s that type of situation where two people that couldn’t be more different meet, sort of look at each other, think ‘there is nothing in this person that resonates with me’, and then think ‘I guess,...

Me and my car – adventures

Recent collection of me and my car adventures have inspired this post. If you are currently the if-I-only-had-a-car type of person, pay attention to this. By chance, I ended up being a sole and proud owner of a leased car. It was not a conscious decision. I was intoxicated when I signed the lease. Kidding. Let’s just say the circumstances of the situation are somewhat complex and none of your business. Point being, I have the damned thing. The question of its damned status is unmistakable. Now, as any good girl I did get my driver’s license at 16 but...

Feeling sad and insecure? Furniture assembly might be the answer

If you ever have trouble imagining how to spend a cloudy, gloomy weekend, just buy yourself some furniture and spend the whole day putting it together. Throw in the mix your boyfriend’s mom, that you met for the first time, and that should be complete. You might detect some irony in my words, but in all honesty I can recommend furniture assembly as a nice ice breaker. Everyone is occupied with instructions and providing the best interpretation of what attaches to where. That is if you know what you’re doing. Otherwise I suggest you rely on some expert help or...

The Story of Me Part 2

Continue from here The Story of Me – Beginning We got in a car and were driving from Western Ukraine of my home town Ternopil (look it up) to Warsaw. Then we were getting on a plane to New York. Why our travel arrangements were so elaborate perplexes me to this day. But that is how it happened. The drive was uneventful. What is worth telling is my first brutal introduction to the civilized society we were about to join. Our driver was an unfamiliar man who made a business out of driving people to Warsaw who were flying to...