This was the “Queue Here” place at a MUJI store in New York. I think it was one of the longest queue zones I had seen in a store ever. There’s more than a dozen registers in that row, if you can be bothered to count. Thankfully, I didn’t have to queue for more than a minute when I was there; it was only early in the day and hardly anyone was ready to leave/pay yet. But I kept thinking that the worst possible feeling would be arriving to the end of this queue zone and having to wait another half an hour just to get to the front of the line. Christmas shopping on 24 December, for instance. The wait would be tedious, frustrating, excruciating.
Kind of like what I’m feeling now, waiting to be on holiday. Less than two weeks to go now.
I’m back to that feeling where all I want to do is go somewhere far away where I know no one.
I know I couldn’t last there for long but I’d like the option to be there at least so that I could decide when I’ve had enough.
Listening: Small Blue Thing by Suzanne Vega
Yes, I’m reading Tampa by Alissa Nutting and it’s as disconcerting as I expected. I guess it’s this generations’s Lolita.
American Apparel fold-over clutch. Cheap. Cheerful. Orange. I bought this piece at the AA store on Bleecker Street. I seem to be immune to AA in Australia, but each time I go to NYC, I end up there and I succumb to ‘stuff’. It’ll probably last two years max before the zip falls off or the seams give way, but that’s OK. That’s what fast fashion is all about.
Skullcandy Roc Nation Aviator headphones in white. Cool as. Sounds good. And -this makes me giggle- they keep my ears warm these winter mornings. Win.
Yu-Be Moisturizing Skin Cream. Is it more effective than any other moisturiser I’ve ever used? I don’t know. But I love the camphor in this product. The 33g tube is a handy size and has been living in my handbag lately.
I hereby apologise to my shoes for involving them in a less-than-lovely situation, see above.
In my defence, I was at the Emergency waiting room of St Vincent’s Hospital with the Bestie and his housemate, who was there for an injury related to a bicycle accident – I was in the area so I dropped in with coffee. And you know how waiting rooms can make a sane person a little less than.
Reminds me of primary school days in Malaysia, and the times the English teacher would assign homework along the lines of “A day in the life of a [insert inanimate object here]”. Toothbrush. Shoelace. Drop of water (seriously!). I never enjoyed those assignments. However, if you said the same to me today, my go-to subject would be shoes, any given pair of shoes.
Oh, Friday. You took your time getting here.
No, I haven’t been wishing my week away, but, yes, I will admit to wanting it to speed up a little – just a smidgeon. Surely that’s allowed.
It’s been an extremely long week in this part of town… How has it been for you?
Are you getting tired of all these New York-related posts yet? I’m sorry if you are. I think this must be the last one…
It just struck me that this time last week, i.e. 07:00 Sydney Thursday i.e. 17:00 New York Wednesday, I was at JFK waiting to board the long flight home.
Is it possible to feel nostalgia for something only a week old?
I still have so much of Central Park to explore… (Amongst a gazillion other things.)
This shot was taken there in the early yet already humid morning. My running buddy said she thought that the fun fair converted to the ice rink in wintertime. Whatever. I thought it looked pretty sweet.
Oh, for a good night’s sleep!
Ironically, after I took this photo of my bed in New York, I proceeded to have The Worst Night’s Sleep Ever which resulted in a mere two hours of shut-eye, and the rest of the time, tossing and turning and stressing out about not being able to drop off after waking at 02:12. (And here’s something random: 02:12 is the time I was born, if my birth certificate is to be believed – which is the reason why I remembered the time.)
02:12 aside, I don’t quite know what my excuse is back in Sydney; fractured or bad sleep seems to be the norm these days. And by these days, I mean the last few years. The only time I sleep well is when I’m on holiday.
Just as well that I’m three weeks’ away from said holiday then, isn’t it? Because I’m feeling quite frayed at the edges as we speak.
Listening: Asleep by The Smiths