Thing that is currently driving me insane: I’m reading a book where the narrator keeps describing her “small sleepy home town” in “upstate NY” as being so far from the city and so unpopulated and remote, and friends, she says that town is Bedford NY. Westchester county, an easy commute to the city.
Eleanor: Tell me you've never been anywhere near NYC without telling me you've never been anywhere near NYC. Author: Author: Idk what you're talking about.
Narrator: my mother had to give up her dreams and go all the way back to her home town when she got pregnant with me. When I’m back home I don’t see another soul for weeks. Me, choking on a swig of seltzer: that’s what, little over an hour on the train?
I used to take my cats to the vet there. There’s an excellent coffee shop.