I have no idea why people think New Yorkers are so crusty.
I mean, there is a lot of honking and yelling on the streets.
But in the 26 hours we've been here, we've experienced only the best of hospitality.
Last night in the lobby as we unloaded suitcase after suitcase from the taxi, two girls in heels jumped to help us haul them up the stairs and load everything onto a cart. Others were happy to show us the new building and where to go -- even offering to take things off the cart and carry them.
The moment I showed up in a subway car with a babe in arms looking for a place to sit, a sweet woman instantly offered her seat. When we came home on the subway and Greta dropped her doll, a man flagged me to let me know it had fallen.
Our ward seems great, and the moms filled me in on the ward and made an exceptional point to get to know me.
At dinner in the cafeteria, a man introduced himself to me, smiled, and asked if we wanted a crib (after they move in a month). The cooks made small talk. The receptionist very politely pointed out the door with the ramp that would work better with our stroller.
People chatted in our elevator and say welcome and smile and stuff.
A few things are brusque. Cashiers mean business and strangers don't smile.
But everyone we've actually gotten to know has been extraordinarily welcoming.
We are thrilled to be here.