Deliver-ease

I placed my first order with Fresh Direct yesterday. I wanted to see how this virtual grocery store worked. I only ordered cases of my favorite seltzer water, some paper towels and a couple of other bulk items that get heavy if you are trying to carry them through the streets of Manhattan. Last night when I arrived home, everything was there right outside my door. All I had to do was shuffle the boxes inside. While I will continue to have heavy items like these delivered so I don't pull a muscle while crossing the street, I still like the old fashioned task of going to the market. Living in New York City, the world is yours to have delivered. You can survive in your apartment for weeks without having to ever lift a finger - dry cleaning, takeout, someone to walk your dog, an emergency supply of Benedryl - you name it, pay for it and it arrives at your door. I do love that I can arrive home after a long day to dinner arriving just a couple minutes after that. There is comfort in knowing that if I run out of toilet paper in the middle of a snow storm, I can remain in my pajamas. Let's be honest though, I mean I would never run out of toilet paper in the first place because of my lists (remember them?) and because I am just too neurotic about making sure that I am prepared for a hurricane. But on a normal basis, I like being able to do my own errands. There is a satisfying sense of control. I like to pick out my own groceries, see what looks good that day. I like walking into the dry-cleaners and seeing Kim behind the counter who without fail asks me if I found a husband yet (yes, even she keeps up on my love life!) And as a single 20-something female, I sure ain't gonna find prince charming if I become tethered to the delivery system. I mean, you never know who you might run into in the dairy case? So for now, I remain grateful that my favorite neighborhood chicken is just a phone call away but happy to keep the normal foot traffic up.