Hot in the City

So, I'm finally allowed to make it public knowledge that we are moving back to New York City in four weeks time.

My darling hubby is leaving his job at a major media company in order to pursue his dream of running and owning his own business. Stay tuned. In the meantime, please visit EuroCheapo.com often! This means I'll also be headed back to New School for my MFA in the fall.

In the meantime, it's hot as hell in London and as much as I sit here trying to work on my book and sort through all the stuff that needs to be moved home in the coming weeks, I just want to hold ice cubes to my forehead and watch snow-infused movies (I'm thinking The Shining minus the gore, Fargo or Smilla's Sense of Snow).

How do you stay cool? There are about two weeks every summer since I've lived in a big city when it's miserably hot. My body feels perpetually puffy and I sleep without so much as a sheet over my body. I eat loads of popsicles (or lollies, as they call them here) and make a mental note NEVER to schedule pregnancy so that I will end up near-labor during the summer months. It's when the city feels most dirty, the stink of urine peels off the sidewalk and attaches itself to you. When it's this hot, I love and hate city life. Kids run in sprinklers outside. We all head to the pub, not because it's air conditioned, but because we can all have a cold lager together and reflect on the incessant heat and Italy's amazing victory last night in the World Cup.

Yes, I will miss London, but I really look forward to being back in New York City too. And, August is just about the hottest month in NYC. Once a city girl, always a city girl.