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Today was my last day in New York. My coworkers threw me a party (I almost cried- I'm a temp, they're not supposed to do that! especially not without warning.) My room is disassembled and spread across my floor, waiting to be thrown into garbage bags and boxes for easy transport, but I can't bring myself to do it. I've said goodbye to my friends, told the guy at the coffee kiosk/cart/thing that I was moving (I didn't want him to think I had given my business to someone else), and told my plants to keep their spirits up and to resist my roommates' attempts to kill them.
I'm trying hard to be excited about Williamsburg. There's so much to look forward to, and I know this. But People get in the way, Williamsburg lacks a certain je ne sais quois, and despite all of my logical and uplifting pep-talks, I'm depressed.
Anyway, you keep asking me about New York. So let me tell you:
Tips for living in a big city (say, for example, New York):
-always sit one seat away from the fat person on the subway; no one will try to sit between you, and you’ll have extra space
-move in the spring or summer, it’s harder to meet people in the fall
-CRAIGSLIST (dot com)
-despite their New Yorker demeanor, everyone is very nice and kind and helpful once you get their attention. If you manage to get them to stop walking in their I’m-important-and-fast-paced style, they become charming and go out of their way to help. Being lost is a very good way to make friends
-if you’re wearing stilettos or walking a puppy, keep an eye on the ground. Subway grates appear out of nowhere. And they can be hellish.
-do not, under any conditions, ever, take a job that requires more than five evenings a week. Never.
-your niche exists; whatever you're looking for, the city has. Except for green things. If you're looking for nature, you're screwed.
-always carry a cell phone, matches, a pen, and a full size subway map
-it’s everything they say it is. And more. All stereotypes, assumptions, and preconceptions fell short of reality, although it took awhile to realize.
-this said, You can only see about seven stories at a time, and there’s only so much you can see in front of you. When you’re in it, it’s not a massive city, it’s the block by block reality that you find everywhere else on the planet.
Things I’ve Learned:
-honesty isn’t always the best policy
-Dates. Exist. and are frequently Evil, not because they’re not fun or are too stressful, but because they can remove the organic and put Love into a predetermined formula
-except for rent, transportation, and dancing cash, you really don't need money
-if you walk with your head held high all the time, you won’t see the trampolines and money lying on the ground just waiting for you to glance down
-everyone between 18 and 30 is the same age
-karma exists (if not divinely, we make it happen)
-happiness and “fun” really aren’t related
-boys are ridiculously nice when they’ve fucked up. Learned lots of things about boys, come to think of it.
-how to make the best fucking fudge you've ever tasted
-more than I can say about social life and more than I can say about people...
-and on a related note, if you look nice, anything is possible
-how to say “Yes, Sir” and take it like a man. but I’ve also learned not to put up with any shit
-and the Number One Thing I've Learned is that it's all what you make of it. And that no one can do anything to you without your permission (stated as an absolute when it isn't... but I don't think I'll correct)
I'm trying hard to be excited about Williamsburg. There's so much to look forward to, and I know this. But People get in the way, Williamsburg lacks a certain je ne sais quois, and despite all of my logical and uplifting pep-talks, I'm depressed.
Anyway, you keep asking me about New York. So let me tell you:
Tips for living in a big city (say, for example, New York):
-always sit one seat away from the fat person on the subway; no one will try to sit between you, and you’ll have extra space
-move in the spring or summer, it’s harder to meet people in the fall
-CRAIGSLIST (dot com)
-despite their New Yorker demeanor, everyone is very nice and kind and helpful once you get their attention. If you manage to get them to stop walking in their I’m-important-and-fast-paced style, they become charming and go out of their way to help. Being lost is a very good way to make friends
-if you’re wearing stilettos or walking a puppy, keep an eye on the ground. Subway grates appear out of nowhere. And they can be hellish.
-do not, under any conditions, ever, take a job that requires more than five evenings a week. Never.
-your niche exists; whatever you're looking for, the city has. Except for green things. If you're looking for nature, you're screwed.
-always carry a cell phone, matches, a pen, and a full size subway map
-it’s everything they say it is. And more. All stereotypes, assumptions, and preconceptions fell short of reality, although it took awhile to realize.
-this said, You can only see about seven stories at a time, and there’s only so much you can see in front of you. When you’re in it, it’s not a massive city, it’s the block by block reality that you find everywhere else on the planet.
Things I’ve Learned:
-honesty isn’t always the best policy
-Dates. Exist. and are frequently Evil, not because they’re not fun or are too stressful, but because they can remove the organic and put Love into a predetermined formula
-except for rent, transportation, and dancing cash, you really don't need money
-if you walk with your head held high all the time, you won’t see the trampolines and money lying on the ground just waiting for you to glance down
-everyone between 18 and 30 is the same age
-karma exists (if not divinely, we make it happen)
-happiness and “fun” really aren’t related
-boys are ridiculously nice when they’ve fucked up. Learned lots of things about boys, come to think of it.
-how to make the best fucking fudge you've ever tasted
-more than I can say about social life and more than I can say about people...
-and on a related note, if you look nice, anything is possible
-how to say “Yes, Sir” and take it like a man. but I’ve also learned not to put up with any shit
-and the Number One Thing I've Learned is that it's all what you make of it. And that no one can do anything to you without your permission (stated as an absolute when it isn't... but I don't think I'll correct)