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Life is good.
I know the first couple months after moving here, all I thought about was moving back to Boston. I still love Boston, and maybe I'll be back there again someday. But right now, New York is definitely where I need to be. It suits who I am and who I want to be. Yeah, that's right -- I actually like it here.
Work is busy but good. I like that I keep getting more responsibility. I actually enjoy working late. It makes me feel useful, like I'm doing something, and shows everyone else I can handle it. I'm really glad I took this job. The age gap between me and my colleagues felt as if it were alienating at first, but it's not at all. Once you become a legitimate grownup, age is not really a factor in anything, as Shanty keeps telling me. I don't have to act my age, I can act as who I am (and that person is actually older than 22).
I had a great night out yesterday with Tom. We wanted to go see the Seurat exhibit at MoMA, but by the time he got to my office, I'd found out that the exhibit had stopped running on Monday, and that the museum actually closed at 5:30. Sucked. I think we were both looking forward to it. Instead, we tried to grab dinner at Johnny Utah's, which I usually love, but just wasn't doing it for me that night. So we cut out, and walked. The weather was beautiful for wandering. We went over to Bryant Park, and decided to sit and watch people fall down instead of skating, haha. After a while we saw that nobody was really falling, so we got bored and left. I made the mistake of saying it out loud, and a man standing behind us looked so scandalized, it was great. We proceeded to make our way downtown all the way to 14th street, with a detour in a park, and had a couple drinks at The Blind Pig. That place is so nice, just because it's a bar. I get tired of the upscale and "nice" places that all over midtown. I don't mind them, but it's nice to just chill in a regular bar (those of you who've been to the Blind Pig are probably laughing because it's on the nice end of regular bars). Nothing crazy or supremely special, but a good time. I joked with him how that out of all the times we've hung out, this was one of the only times I was sober and still had clothes on. It was nice though. We got to talk and just chill.
Of course, when there is no haze of alcohol, it's harder to avoid awkward moments and being yourself and getting to know someone else. I've been having a lot of fun with him, and that's been great. I wasn't sure how much I liked him liked him, but knew he was fun to talk to, a nice guy, and a good time. But then last night, I wondered if maybe I did like him, and that he wasn't just good sex and a fun time. I don't know. Either way, it freaked me out, naturally. And Shanty, of course, reprimanded me for even starting to think about sabotaging whatever this is. Which it isn't. See? I think I'm just going to have to start being honest with myself. So for now, I think he's a nice guy, fun, good in bed, and I actually look forward to seeing him. Hmm... that wasn't so hard to admit. Oof, moral of the story: things are easier when the only things involved are nudity and laughter.
ANYWAYS
This incredibly superfluous and girly update done. Everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Ok, off to bed. I need to get to work early to get a head start on the work I didn't finish tonight. I just couldn't look at it anymore, and went home, haha. Only an 11 hour day, but it felt longer.
Happy Early Weekend, Y'all
xoxo
I know the first couple months after moving here, all I thought about was moving back to Boston. I still love Boston, and maybe I'll be back there again someday. But right now, New York is definitely where I need to be. It suits who I am and who I want to be. Yeah, that's right -- I actually like it here.
Work is busy but good. I like that I keep getting more responsibility. I actually enjoy working late. It makes me feel useful, like I'm doing something, and shows everyone else I can handle it. I'm really glad I took this job. The age gap between me and my colleagues felt as if it were alienating at first, but it's not at all. Once you become a legitimate grownup, age is not really a factor in anything, as Shanty keeps telling me. I don't have to act my age, I can act as who I am (and that person is actually older than 22).
I had a great night out yesterday with Tom. We wanted to go see the Seurat exhibit at MoMA, but by the time he got to my office, I'd found out that the exhibit had stopped running on Monday, and that the museum actually closed at 5:30. Sucked. I think we were both looking forward to it. Instead, we tried to grab dinner at Johnny Utah's, which I usually love, but just wasn't doing it for me that night. So we cut out, and walked. The weather was beautiful for wandering. We went over to Bryant Park, and decided to sit and watch people fall down instead of skating, haha. After a while we saw that nobody was really falling, so we got bored and left. I made the mistake of saying it out loud, and a man standing behind us looked so scandalized, it was great. We proceeded to make our way downtown all the way to 14th street, with a detour in a park, and had a couple drinks at The Blind Pig. That place is so nice, just because it's a bar. I get tired of the upscale and "nice" places that all over midtown. I don't mind them, but it's nice to just chill in a regular bar (those of you who've been to the Blind Pig are probably laughing because it's on the nice end of regular bars). Nothing crazy or supremely special, but a good time. I joked with him how that out of all the times we've hung out, this was one of the only times I was sober and still had clothes on. It was nice though. We got to talk and just chill.
Of course, when there is no haze of alcohol, it's harder to avoid awkward moments and being yourself and getting to know someone else. I've been having a lot of fun with him, and that's been great. I wasn't sure how much I liked him liked him, but knew he was fun to talk to, a nice guy, and a good time. But then last night, I wondered if maybe I did like him, and that he wasn't just good sex and a fun time. I don't know. Either way, it freaked me out, naturally. And Shanty, of course, reprimanded me for even starting to think about sabotaging whatever this is. Which it isn't. See? I think I'm just going to have to start being honest with myself. So for now, I think he's a nice guy, fun, good in bed, and I actually look forward to seeing him. Hmm... that wasn't so hard to admit. Oof, moral of the story: things are easier when the only things involved are nudity and laughter.
ANYWAYS
This incredibly superfluous and girly update done. Everyone breathe a sigh of relief.
Ok, off to bed. I need to get to work early to get a head start on the work I didn't finish tonight. I just couldn't look at it anymore, and went home, haha. Only an 11 hour day, but it felt longer.
Happy Early Weekend, Y'all
xoxo