Envy

Matt is in New York – and I am not. Ironically, I wish I was in New York – and Matt wishes he was not. When he described the city over the phone to me as "humid and muggy," my response was, "God, I love New York." I fell in love with the city during summertime. And I miss it during summertime.

Envy Part 2
Some new European neighbors have moved into the house next door, and for the first time I get the whole 'keeping up with the Joneses' thing. These newbies have fabulous, expensive looking wooden outdoor furniture, and they actually use it. They have beautiful potted plants and a watering can and all sorts of fancy life accessories. Not only do they have all these things, but they appear to be happy all the time. They are constantly drinking Pellegrino outside and drying out their colorful beach towels and barbequing. As a neighbor, it's exhausting.

We bought three plants last week – and one is already almost dead. We decided to look at outdoor furniture -- and it's outrageously priced. Tonight when I came home, one of the neighbors was using his MacBook Air laptop and resting with his feet up. I tried to hide my bag from Chipotle and pretend that I was not about to go inside, turn on the TV and chow down.