I'm back in the States and living on the Lower East Side with my brother Aaron and his fiancee, Alya.
So far, things are not as bizarre as everyone who asks expects them to be. Not having lived in America for three years, there are some parts of pop culture I just don't know about. I get laughed at every now and then: "Who's Rachel Ray?" "What's JetBlue?" for that sort of thing. But the learning curve is steep and I am already hooked on Bravo's Top Chef.
I had a job interview the morning after I arrived in the city, which was exciting. It went very well and they said they would let me know by the following day. I believed them, like a SUCKER, and was really bummed when the next day came and went and I didn't hear back. Alya and Aaron thought I was naive for thinking they would actually be in touch with me in a day. It never happens that quickly, apparently, and I was just gullible ol' me thinking I could have a job within two days of arriving. New York: 1, Maisie: 0.
The good news is that on Monday they did offer it to me! Fantastic feeling...followed by sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach for then deciding to hold off and decline the offer. I hadn't even been in town 5 days, and only on one interview, and felt like I wanted to explore more opportunities out there before settling on this one. So the search continues.
In the meantime my days are spent seeing old friends, and running errands like getting more contact lenses before I run out and am forced to wear glasses that are four prescriptions weaker than they should be. But it's apparently NY state law that you have to have a prescription to buy lenses. You can't just walk into the eyeglass store like you can in Paris, and buy them over the counter. New York: 1, Paris: 1.
You CAN, however, get a fabulous brunch at any time of day. Hurrah! Hurrah! New York: infinity, Paris-and-it's-stuffiness-when-it-comes-to-eating: 1.
PS-sorry for the lack of photos. My digital camera is broken and I haven't replaced it yet!!