We've made a number of corporate moves, although we've never lived East of Texas. A few years back, New York City became a possibility that we flirted with. For over half a year, Hubby commuted from Phoenix to New York every week. Every week! If we were lucky, we saw him two full days a week. And sometimes when he had weekend events, he didn't make it home for weeks at a time. His company was suggesting that we relocate to Manhattan so I flew in for 10 days to look at places. This was while I was running my own business so the whole thing was kind of crazy.
We looked at apartments to buy all over the city. Compared to how we live with our own house and yard, this was so bizarre. Plus, let me tell you, money goes a lot further in Phoenix. We looked at one that was 1,200 square feet, less than half the size of our house. It had just one bedroom, the kitchen was a skinny galley style that didn't even have a dishwasher, the washer and dryer was in the basement of the building shared with other tenants, and there was no place to park a car. You had to rent a space somewhere nearby if you even had a car. And it was on sale -- a smokin' deal -- for just $600,000. We laughed all the way down the street.
We continued to look at places throughout this visit and actually found a couple that could have worked, although I don't know what we would have done with all of our belongings and the dogs would have gone into shock having to be walked on leashes every time they needed to go out. We are all pretty spoiled with the doggie door.
While I've always thought it would be great to live in New York for one full year, throughout all the seasons, the idea fizzled in this instance and we stayed put in Arizona. But we've had some fun visits to NYC through Hubby's work.
They finally told us that excessive metal triggers all the alarms and the bottom of her purse was like a solid sheet of metal. Apparently, she throws loose change into her purse where it just keeps piling up. That thing weighed a ton and I honestly don't know how she made it through all the airport security flying to NY in the first place. The next day, we went to a bank on 5th Avenue and got coin paper rolls. We sat there for the longest time, sorted and rolled nearly $23.00 in change. That bought a few more souvenirs!
Not too long after this happened, the Granddaughter and I flew together to Colorado for a family celebration. Going through airport security, they pulled us aside and started taking my purse apart. I had no idea what they thought they were looking for and the guard wouldn't tell me! He kept saying something like, "Why don't you just tell me where it is and you can catch your flight." I honest-to-God was clueless. The Granddaughter is starting to look a little scared now, hanging on my arm.
Now he has my wallet in a thousand pieces, credit cards laid out on the table, business cards, sticky notes, paper clips, safe deposit box key, paper money and coins. That old wallet was about 3" thick and loaded with stuff. And I'm starting to worry that we're going to miss our flight. I'm begging the guy, "Please just tell me what you're looking for so I can help you." Help me help you, right???
He says, "Where is the razor blade?"
I'm relieved. I laugh. I don't have a razor blade. I tell him, "I don't have a razor blade. That's ridiculous!"
Just about this time, he pulls a razor blade out of the deepest part of the coin pocket of my wallet.
We owned a retail store at the time and several months before I had taken a straight edge blade, wrapped in cardboard, to the store to scrape some glue off the windows. I'd stuck it deep in my wallet to take it back home again and forgotten all about it.
The funniest thing was, when the security guard whipped that razor blade out of my wallet and held it up with an Ah Ha! flourish in front of my face, the Granddaughter looked up at me in horror and in this absolutely disgusted voice says, "Oh, Nana!" That's right, baby girl, your Nana is a terrorist.
No harm done, they kept the razor blade and we made our flight. It's weird being looked at like you're a criminal, though. So my travel tips for the day are 1) Keep your change in a coin purse and 2) Don't carry razor blades!