Not Nice Spice
![]() As much as I was desperate to move out of NYC, I was anxious about feeling trapped in a small town. The city always wins because it has the convenience of everything—unless there is road construction, accidents, car stalled, train delays, trains stuck, signal malfunctions, emergency on the tracks, or my favorite, when the train just shut down because someone dropped their umbrella on the tracks as the train was passing. That was the night when my husband came home 3 hours late (on a 11 hour work day, no less). So fast-forward to the Fourth of July and small town living! We had to get to the parade an hour and a half early because the main road was closing for the parade. Actually the whole town closed for the parade, except the little urban coffee shop, Saxbys (I knew there was a God). We weaved in and out of a few tractors and horses, parked, snagged ice coffee, and found Poppie and Grandma saving corner seats in the shade. The nice part about a small town parade was the fact that even with loads of people it was still easy to move around, check out vendors and snag summertime treats! I didn’t have to worry if Chickadee was safe or where we’d all meet up if separated. It was just a breeze! Our last NYC parade was for St. Patrick’s Day. My friend and I were trying to cross over Fifth Ave. to go stroll in Central Park, but it was a no go. The line was a mile long to cross and with my chickadee and her chickadee ready to hatch it just wasn’t happening. Which was such a bummer because Central Park in the springtime is quite possibly the most relaxing. I think the adjustment was well worth it. We had the best time because we didn’t have to follow any schedule (see ya, 7 train!). Chickadee was able to nap, nurse, get a fresh diaper and Stud and I didn’t miss a single marching band, tractor ensemble, or dance routine. Even better, we were with family and friends, and friends of friends.
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