How Sarah Got Her Groove Back.

So, Matt and I finally made it back to New York.  We are settling in quite nicely, and I have wasted no time getting back into the swing of things.  Like, work for instance.  We only got back last Friday, but I couldn’t wait to get back to my job.

As some of you know, before Matt and I moved to Grenada so he could attend medical school, I worked as a hair stylist in the city for years.  One of the hardest things about living overseas was not being able to work.  Because jobs are scarce in Grenada, Americans are not allowed to legally work, so I was left to my own devices, which usually included me doing hair cuts in our teeny apartment for other medical students.  It actually became a pretty lucrative business, if you ask me, and I managed to keep up my skills as best I could while away for two years.

Now that I’m back in New York, New York, the city that never sleeps, the place where dreams are made…and broken, I was eager to get my groove back, and start wielding those scissors (not violently, just cutting hair) again.

New York, New York...Ain't nowhere else like it...

So, I kind of thought I was going to go back to my old routine, without skipping a beat…you know just pop back in where I left off?  But I must confess, I skipped a beat, or a few beats for that matter.

The night before my first day back at work, I couldn’t sleep.  I tossed and turned, having nightmares of over sleeping and being late for work.  When my alarm finally went off at 5:30 AM I felt like I hadn’t slept a wink.  I got out of bed like a zombie, hurried up and got ready, and managed to down a cup of coffee before Matt drove me to the train that takes me into the city for work.

While buying my ticket for the train, I fumbled, as three people impatiently waited behind me for the train that was to arrive in three minutes.  Suddenly I felt like the “out of towners” that I used to get so fed up with back when I was in my New York groove.  Back then, if someone was in front of me that didn’t know exactly what to select of the touch screen to buy their ticket, I would mumble something under my breath to hurry them along, and then grunt something like, “Tourists,” as I scoffed away, coffee in hand, scarf thrown around my neck.  P.S.  I am sorry to any of the people I did this, too.  Just know that I got pay back yesterday, and I totally deserved it.

When I got off the train, I walked up to the little coffee stand on the street, where I used to order my uj, a small coffee with vanilla coffee cream.

Look at all those delish treats...

However, much to my chagrin, the coffee man who used to know me so well, didn’t so much as blink my way.  I was really hoping for one of those custard-filled donuts that he used to so kindly give me for free back when I was a New Yorker, but yesterday I got nothin.’

When I walked into work, I immediately saw some of my peeps, and things quickly started to turn around.  It was so good to see some of my old friends, and everyone was so welcoming.  Before I knew it, I had a client, and it was time to start doing some hair.

Let me just tell you, I only had four clients yesterday, but by the time I was finished I felt like I had run a marathon (not that I would know what that feels like).  I was so absolutely exhausted, that it took me all night, and all of today to recover.  The pure exhaustion took me back to the days when I was first doing hair in New York, and how I would go home at night and just crash, sometimes still in my work clothes.

While riding the train home yesterday, I began to marvel at the stamina I used to have. Around the time I left for Grenada, I could work non-stop for nine hours, and not feel a thing.  I could work a busy Saturday, then go home and go out to dinner with Matt, watch a movie, then go shopping, etc, etc.  I was like a fine-tuned machine!  I think it’s safe to say, I wasn’t a machine yesterday.  I was more like a car that needed some jumper cables.

Despite my elderly-esque exhaustion today, I really feel like I got my groove back yesterday.  I survived my first day back to work, after not working for two whole years, and I didn’t get eaten alive.

And any real New Yorker knows that’s an accomplishment.

~The End.

Photos by and pinterest.

32 thoughts on “How Sarah Got Her Groove Back.

  1. You weave a wonderful story here. I could almost feel like I was walking through your day with you! I know you will get your groove completely back, and you will have the most amazing stories to tell your clients about the Grenada experience. Right?

  2. Looking forward to reading about your life back in NYC, and wondering how long it’s going to take the coffee guy to remember you and give you one of those custard-filled donuts. That itself could be the life of your blog, lol.

    • I will be sure to keep you updated on my status of the custard-filled donuts! I may just have to break down at some point and buy one, though…

  3. I’m sure you’ll get back into the groove in no time at all.

    As an aside, it’s pretty amazing how much you love NYC. I couldn’t ever live there because of the cost of living alone. I get nervous every time I write the $800 monthly rent check for a 2 BR townhouse here in Virginia!

    • I know, isn’t it crazy how much things cost in NYC? Sometimes I wonder why people do this to themselves…small apartments, ridiculously high rent…and then I remember why. It’s New York, and there is nowhere else in the world like it. Period.

  4. So glad you guys are back and into the swing of NYC life again (it’s in your blood) and happy that you have a job (they are scarce here, too)! You come from a family of hard workers, so it comes as no surprise you were ready to get back to the grind…your “mama didn’t raise no slacker”! I hope all goes well and you continue to build up your stamina in the BIG APPLE! Love and miss you so much…Aunt Lor xoxox
    P.S. If you don’t get your doughnut, we will treat you to a Krispy Kreme chocolate-iced custard delight when you come for the wedding! 🙂

    • It’s true, my mama didn’t raise no slacker! And my dad, too! Ha! Love and miss you too, Aunt Lor! Can’t wait to see everyone for Breanne’s wedding!

  5. I can empathize in a small way—the 2:30 feeling hit me yesterday for the first time in over a year, and it FLOORED me! :p I fell asleep over a popcorn bowl in bed yesterday 45 min before I usually go to bed, haha.

    I’m so glad things are back to normal for you! 🙂

    • Maybe we’re just getting old? Wait, you’re way younger than me…never mind! Ha!! On a side note, I can’t wait til you’re outta Grenada too. There is just something about American soil, my friend. There’s just something about it. xo

  6. I moved awayfrom Toronto last year for a few months and the same thing happened to me when I got back.. I tried to smile and say hi to people on the streets at first and was met with blank stares haha.. didn’t make that mistake again!
    Good luck 🙂

    • It really does take some re-adjusting, doesn’t it? I kind of love that brash, New York way some people have, like they just don’t want to be bothered. It’s really pretty awesome. New Yorkers don’t (bleep) around, they give it to you straight.

  7. Maybe Grenada wasn’t so bad after all? slower, more relaxed pace ? I visited NYC in 2008 and found the noisy nights exhausting, and the relentless crowds rushing down the pavements like a herd of maddened wildebeest quite terrifying …. and I live in Africa!

    • Eh, I actually kind of love the fast pace of NY, I just have to get used to it again! You are so right though, NY is kind of a jungle! It can get crazy….

  8. I absolutely adore reading this blog. I feel like I know so much of your life and just your general observations about life make me smile. Thanks for a great read!

    • Thank you so very much. This really does make me so happy to hear. I love this kind of feedback…makes me think I’m doing something right!!:)

    • Thank you so much! It always makes me so happy when I hear feedback on my writer’s “voice,” because it is something I do work at! Thanks again:)

  9. Wow, you are amazing. I mean, to survive in New York must be like Tarzan of the jungle. And you’re absolutely right. When I visit Toronto coming from a smaller city out West, I feel like a tourist. Walking slower. Bumbling along. I even got lost on the subway system one time for my annual visit and I felt like such a loser!

    It’s amazing how our brains pick-up and drop-off only the important details. Thank you for sharing yours. I LOVE your blog! If it wasn’t so delightful and addictive, I would read it everyday! But I only treat myself once a month. Yup. A few sips at a time.

    Keep up the zeal!

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