Reasons I should move back to NYC

• I miss my family terribly. My extended family. Pre-baby I used to be there every weekend I had off from work. Post-baby, I've been back there once, without Little Man. I was not welcome there. (My mother gave me concert tickets for my birthday and she offered to stay with the baby...)
• The owners of the Chinese Restaurant near my house could speak fluent Spanish. It was kind of weird, but they made some KILLER plaintains. (Don't tell my mother I said that) And they were open late. Really late. Like you could get Chinese/Spanish food at 4 a.m.
• I had a store nearby that was dedicated to hair-care products and nothing more. I would go and drop money there like crazy, so my hair was always beautifully maintained. Very important when you have long hair.
• I didn't need a car.
• I didn't need a car.
• I didn't need a car.

I swear the Cloud of Doom...

Yesterday some hose on my car decided to explode while I was on the highway, causing the car to shut itself off (in order to save the motor from BLOWING UP!) and leave me to barely pull over enough so no one would hit me. Thankfully, I had just dropped Little Man off at my mother's, so Daddy and I quickly called for reinforcements and stood as far away from the car as possible. My sister's boyfriend (a mechanic) and Daddy got to work and repaired the hose by the side of the highway, while I sat there wanting to cry. I just get so frustrated at the fact that i don't want to spend all my money on a car, and it seems that when you fix one thing, another breaks. I just finished putting a brand new transmission in the piece of shit. And this is my "new" car. Please don't ask me to get into details- i have been in a tug-of-war with the dealership and my lawyer since the thing went caput, and I'm utterly exhausted about the whole ordeal. So yesterday I was thinking if the motor just blew on this thing, I'm taking it as a sign to move back to The City. I'm done with this car bullshit, I'm done!done!done!!! The car is fine now. Until...