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A neighbor arrived at my door today.

At long last, someone welcoming me to the neighborhood! I opened the door.

“Hi. My name is Jennifer. I live next door. Just wanted you to know there is a flood warning. Do you want any help moving all your stuff out of the basement?”

Umm… what? Oh, no. No. No. No. Aren’t you just here to drop off a pound cake? Oh crap.

“Thanks so much for letting me know. But it took us three days just to get all our stuff down to the basement and organized. I just can’t bear to move it all back upstairs. I just can’t. I’ll keep an eye down there. Thank you.”

Well, at least someone stopped by.

And our basement THANKFULLY did not flood.

Earlier in the day, I had to bring our Jeep to the service station because it’s been having some problems lately and we are driving to Pennsylvania this weekend. I’m guessing my Jeep is just missing his friends from our Manhattan garage and wondering why he’s all of sudden just sitting alone in some driveway. But that’s just my theory.

My dad, who’s visiting, dropped it off at a local service station here in Westchester and then we sort of forgot the name of the station.

So when it came time to check on the car, I didn’t exactly know who to call.

Which means I called a couple random stations and said the following, “Hi. Are you working on a Jeep Cherokee today? No? Ok. Thanks anyway.”

These are the things that happen to you when you move.

I found the car. And the mechanic did not agree with my home sickness theory but mentioned something about the car’s rotors and brakes being “out of round” but whatever, I know my Jeep.

Meanwhile, Dylan and Summer are  adjusting incredibly well to our new life but I’m still having a terrible time sleeping.

I need to find a sound machine that has city sounds. But not just your typical traffic noise. I need drunk people, hanging outside bars in the West Village while they smoke. It’s a very distinct sound that involves a lot of hooting, laughing, catcalls and couples arguing and then hailing cabs.  Did Sharper Image go out of business?  Because I think they made a sound machine like that.

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33 Responses to hey, i still live in the suburbs

  • Jennifer H says:

    Here’s what you do. Call the sushi place and have one of their delivery guys stand outside your apartment building with an audio recorder for a couple of hours. Then have him deliver it to you.

    (I send good energy to Westchester… that’s why your first neighborhood visit was from a Jennifer. Guess the pound cake vibe didn’t cut through the atmosphere…) 🙂

  • I think you should have an old neighbor make a tape for you (I should say CD but when I was growing up we made tapes with songs liked Freeze Frame and Tainted Love and the theme to the Greatest American Hero and I am old fashioned and stuck in my ways) and s/he can create it at night with her windows open. Should do the trick.

    And you know, we still have Morning Joe out here in the burbs!

  • Inna says:

    I’ll tell you what, I’ll record NYC night noises and send them to you. Can you mail me some quiet noises?

    ps – I’m not sure, but I think I like the math better….

  • HaB says:

    I had the opposite problem – I remember when I moved from the country to my first apartment in town – it was too noisy – I didn’t sleep for weeks. And, then, almost 10 years later, moved back to the country – I realized it was too dark and too quiet – and it took me weeks to adjust.

    Time – time will make it better – and perhaps it is time to bake your own pound cake?

  • Cathy says:

    so glad you’re basement didn’t flood and your daughters are getting the hang of thier new hood! i had a friend in college whom moved to IL from Hong Kong and hated how dark and quiet it was in the suburbs.

  • Halala Mama says:

    When I moved back to my parents’ house after living in Indianapolis for a year, I couldn’t sleep either. It took me a couple nights to realize that I missed the NOISE since I no longer lived next to the highway. I used a fan, and while it won’t sound like a bunch of drunks, it might provide the background noise you need.

  • Cat says:

    Did you Jeep feel like you were driving the Millenium Falcon? That’s what my Volvo does sometimes too, and how it got it’s nickname Millenium Falcon II.

  • ErinB says:

    flooding and insane amount of dealerships…and you were worried about being bored!
    I sleep with a noise machine to muffle the snoring from hubby. but now I am so addicted to it I cant sleep without it! I actually use it when hes not here and travel with it on vacations. sad.

  • Becky says:

    Why don’t you ask the neighbor who warned you about your basement to sit outside your house and cat call at night. I’m sure she’d be happy to. It’s what neighbors do.

    Got my Weeds!! Thanks again!

  • I have done almost the exact same thing when we moved out here and my husband dropped one of our cars off at a local garage for an oil change. Took us two hours to find the garage.

    Am so glad someone stopped by and offered to help you with your basement.

  • Marinka says:

    Poor Jeep. Tell him he can visit our garage and make new friends.

    He may want to stop by at Whole Foods and pick up a few groceries for me first.

  • When we moved out here to farm country, it was so deadly quiet I couldn’t get over it. Now I love it, but it did take some getting used to.

    Sorry there was no pound cake, but I can ship you one. I make a mean pound cake. It’s not the same as being welcomed by new neighbors, but it may help comfort you in your loneliness. 😉

  • E says:

    Hang in there until school starts–then you will meet lots of people and if they are not freaked out but your good looks and hot bod they will be friendly. Summer in the burbs is horrible too me–I get that left behind feeling b/c I am not a beach person. But it gives you lots of time to stock up on work out gear. You are gonna start wearing it, right? 🙂

  • Ann says:

    Just wait until Jeep gets a load of all those Suburbans…


    (He just doesn’t seem like a minivan guy to me)

  • Aimee says:

    man I understand about the noise. I needed it to when I moved to the burbs! Believe me you will get used to silence and the birds in the a.m.!

    ps. i cried too when I left NYC. I still get a bit weepy when I think about that place. Once you live there is ALWAYS lives with you

  • Amy says:

    Really? You MISS the noise?

    I was raised in the country and when I moved to the city I had to sleep with ear plugs and a pillow over my head! Still do in this sleepy town.

    Guess it is just what we are used to!

    Hoping you all settle in quickly.

  • Tully's Mama says:

    I used to live above a bar in college where around 2am the barkeep would play Jimmy Buffet on the jukebox. I couldn’t fall asleep until I heard the lyric “yes, I am a pirate”. That was a tough one to detox. Just think of the phrase “noise pollution” and it will make you feel cleaner living in your cozy AMAZING new home our in the burbs.

  • Caroline says:

    Kelcey-My minivan would totally be friends with your jeep if you lived in a midwestern suburb! smilinggreenmom *tweet me!

  • vodkamom says:

    We had a flood in our home the FIRST month we moved in. We had MILLIONS of boxes (well, maybe 30) in the basement that were RUINED as well as carpeting, old books, and an aquarium that blew up and BURNED while it was flooding.Explain THAT to me.

  • Lanie says:

    I am glad that you did not flood. And, I am confident that your Jeep and you will have lots of new friends very soon. Great post!

  • magpie says:

    “water is the enemy of the house” is one of my husband’s catch phrases. he made me spend a LOT of money to make sure there would be no water in the basement. my advice? get shelves that stand up off the floor – like those metal baker’s racks.

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