Very City

I had a Carrie Bradshaw moment yesterday.

Let me start by saying: I’ve never actually seen Sex and the City. But I have seen the opening credits—you know, where Carrie is running across the street in heels and a tutu, trying to hail a cab.

It feels very city.

Except my moment was a little different. I dashed into Gold Coast Café for a breakfast burrito, then ran across the street—wearing leggings, a T-shirt, and sneakers—just in time to catch the bus home.

Also very city.

Earlier that morning, I’d dropped off our car for servicing. On the way back, hunger hit. Luckily, in this city, there are about a million places to grab food between any two points.

While riding the bus home, I reached for my Kindle, but then decided to tuck it away. I didn’t want to miss the two nannies and one dad singing Wheels on the Bus with their toddlers.

Very city.

I love the city.

Later, when we went to pick up the car (with a necessary stop at Jeni’s, of course), I noticed people everywhere soaking up the weather—pulling up chairs, sitting on park benches, dogs at their feet, kids climbing everything in sight.