Way, way more excited for berry season starting than the semester ending.
zomg.
The disappointing thing about berries in New York is that most of them get shipped in from California anyways, so they have that shipped-across-the-nation taste and the carbon guilt is kind of overbearing. (As a general rule, fruit-and-other-things-that-bruise (namely, tomatoes) are shipped green/relatively unripe to prevent bruising, then gassed with ethylene to force ripeness. That's why most supermarket fruits-and-such, especially out of season ones that are shipped in from somewhere else, taste like wax. They're not naturally ripened. Eat fruit in season, kids! It tastes better and it's better for the earth.)
BUT. I am home for two weeks and a half weeks. I am back in the land of sun-ripened berries and eternal sunshine, and sometimes (especially in December, when its' sub-freezing in Ithaca and California is a balmy 65 °F) I question why I left.
There are a lot of little things that are different on the East Coast. I probably don't have the best sample size of experiences either, since the people (college students) I interact with tend to be from all over the place anyways. But there's definitely a pervasive culture that I've picked up. I guess the easiest way to describe it is that people on the East Coast take themselves more seriously. Not in a necessarily bad or good way, just in a different way. You know how there's a lot of weird in NorCal? Maybe a dude with electric blue hair, or the guy on a Segway, hordes of hipster kids who dropped out of college to do their own social media Web 2.0 startup? Not so much in New York. And it sort of goes without saying that the chill sun-and-surf attitude of SoCal is out of the question when you can only get away with wearing Rainbows a third of the year. People in California can get away with being irreverent. I mean, that attitude practically defines Hollywood and Silicon Valley. Do stuff. Do it differently. People on the East Coast seem to feel like they're part of some sort of legacy that they can't break.
Anyways. Hi. I'm going to say other things in the future, hopefully more fun and less serious than I just did in this post, and probably involving food.
Right. Catch you...later.
[Jim Moriarty singsong: No you won't!]
-Deborah
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