Made it to New York in one piece! After the movers packed up my condo in Toronto on Friday I was left with two suitcases, a fridge full of various condiments, cupboard full of dry goods and a couch. I looked around my empty condo and was really sad. I love Toronto and have met so many amazing people here why am I moving AGAIN?? Little background on that last statement:- Grew up in Regina, Saskatchewan, moved three times
- 1994 - moved to Vancouver, BC, wasn't there long enough to move around
- 1998 - moved to Calgary, AB, moved nine times
- 2006 - moved to Toronto, ON, bought a great condo, never thought I'd move
- 2008 - just moved to New York, in temporary accommodations, definitely will be moving in a month
Anyhoo, back to my night. After meeting my good friend Joanne for a goodbye pint w/ clamato at the dodger I decided to rent a movie and chill at my empty pad. No TV equals lights out early!
In the morning, I woke up late, the clock was ticking -- fast -- so I packed the rental car, dropped off a bag of clothes to goodwill, dropped off my dog at the kennel (fyi - he doesn't travel well and puked in the car and drooled the whole way to Burlington - joy).
Made it to the airport by 3pm, boarding my flight at 5:30 and the line up at customs is ridiculous. I quickly scanned my travel documents from the lawyer in the line, trying to memorize everything in the package and anticipate any questions the immigration boys may have for me. I had a wave of sickness every 10 minutes ... had the same feeling in school when I would decide it was ok to go out the night prior to an exam, I would just get up SUPER early and cram for that test. The same thing happened then as it did now. Nothing was sticking ... I felt ill.
Now I am sitting in the immigration area waiting for an officer to 'interview' me. Poor girl beside me was grilled for 45 minutes and had her bags torn apart... long story short - she was denied.
Vomit.
For some reason the immigration guy kept putting my file at the back and letting everyone in front of me - what the hell? Finally, my name was called ... but only because I was the last one in the waiting area. I handed over my 50 page document from the lawyer, he asked me a few questions and was sent back to the waiting area. As he snacked on cheese and crackers flipping through my papers I was getting faint ... not because I was nervous anymore but was reminded that I had a muffin and coffee at noon and the clock just hit 5:15pm.
So, cheese and cracker boy calls me back to the desk. He asks me to explain what I will be doing in the U.S., hands me a paper with the fees I have to pay, and prepares my Visa for entry. Done and done.
Visa in hand, I struggle to get through the double doors that should automatically open, but of course aren't working when I go through them and off I go to put my bags on the belt and high tail it .... to duty free ;-).
The flight was quick and painless - the pilot did a tour over Manhattan - it was amazing and the first time in two months I finally felt excited about my move!
Touchdown LGA. Grabbed a yellow cab and off we went to my temporary digs on west 50th street. Glad I landed late in the evening and on a Saturday night - I was able to determine where I was not going to look for apartments. After I checked in and dropped my bags off at my place I had to go get something to eat - it was now 9pm and that muffin was no longer with me.
Off I go down 50th heading east, two blocks later I am already at Times Square - looks a little like Vegas without the Casinos. Then a procession of two NYPD motorcycles, security, escalade, towncar, security, NYPD motorcycles pass me and stop a few blocks up the street - hmmm - time to be a tourist and pick up the pace to do a little celebrity stalking!
By the time I got there, whoever it was, was no longer there but all the cars were. I asked a couple who it was and they said it was Sara Palin ... interesting, I know she is supposed to be on SNL tonight ... maybe I will wait it out. I immediately noticed two swat like guys with huge guns guarding the town car - does Sara Palin really require this kind of security?
Fast forward 20 minutes - I am getting a little tired of waiting ... then one of the swat guys walks across the street with his huge gun and looks like he is going to stop traffic ... nice, something is definitely going to happen now ...
and
.... walks into Starbucks across the street, picked up three coffees and off they went. Wow. Won't stop for that again, nor will I venture to Times Square on a Saturday night.
So, after walking the 'strip' I decide to pick up something from the deli and went back to my place to finally eat just in time to watch SNL.
Day One NYC - done.
P.S. I really miss my dog!