A year ago today...
CRAP! I just hit my knee really hard. OUCH! PIECE OF SHIT MUTHER F!#!*(*%! :( Damn it!!!!!
So, a year ago today I arrived in New York City with 3 suit cases an eager, yet broken heart and yes, a dream.
I'm happy to say I'm still going strong!
If my vans could talk, what would they say?
My vans would tell you that they've been in dirty subway terminals, in a multi million $ Park Avenue apartment, plenty of dive bars and a few fancy ones, had a job with a lunatic boss, taken long walks in Central Park and that ONE bike ride that about killed me. My vans have walked along side some of the most powerful and ambitious on Broadway and Wall Street. They've been across the Brooklyn Bridge, shuffled thru Times Square crowds and had beer spilled on them at Yankee stadium. They learned that the Hamptons are no place for black & white, worn checkered Vans, but maybe just plain white ones. The small scuff of green is a grass stain from summer movies in Bryant Park and they turned that dingy color after I jumped into the fountain at Columbus Circle and then put my wet feet back in them. I have a feeling a few mice may have been in and out of at least one of them in my closet. (eww!) They've greeted familiar faces and have even been made fun of by a few. They went on a vacation to Europe and thank God they can't actually speak because then my Amsterdam secrets would be revealed. They've been tempted a time or two to go back to Cali...even if they were my only means of getting there. They have been lost, even with a map in my hands. They have wandered without a destination in mind and have found hidden treasures & simple pleasures, like puppies. My vans would tell you that they may look a little more worn down these days but it's nothing they can't handle...they are in it for the long haul...they have so many more places to go!
Who knows, maybe one day they will even take a walk down the aisle.
So, a year ago today I arrived in New York City with 3 suit cases an eager, yet broken heart and yes, a dream.
I'm happy to say I'm still going strong!
If my vans could talk, what would they say?
My vans would tell you that they've been in dirty subway terminals, in a multi million $ Park Avenue apartment, plenty of dive bars and a few fancy ones, had a job with a lunatic boss, taken long walks in Central Park and that ONE bike ride that about killed me. My vans have walked along side some of the most powerful and ambitious on Broadway and Wall Street. They've been across the Brooklyn Bridge, shuffled thru Times Square crowds and had beer spilled on them at Yankee stadium. They learned that the Hamptons are no place for black & white, worn checkered Vans, but maybe just plain white ones. The small scuff of green is a grass stain from summer movies in Bryant Park and they turned that dingy color after I jumped into the fountain at Columbus Circle and then put my wet feet back in them. I have a feeling a few mice may have been in and out of at least one of them in my closet. (eww!) They've greeted familiar faces and have even been made fun of by a few. They went on a vacation to Europe and thank God they can't actually speak because then my Amsterdam secrets would be revealed. They've been tempted a time or two to go back to Cali...even if they were my only means of getting there. They have been lost, even with a map in my hands. They have wandered without a destination in mind and have found hidden treasures & simple pleasures, like puppies. My vans would tell you that they may look a little more worn down these days but it's nothing they can't handle...they are in it for the long haul...they have so many more places to go!
Who knows, maybe one day they will even take a walk down the aisle.