the first snowfall of winter in New York City
i'm sitting here in my apartment in Queens, New York, listening to the ice sprinkle down along the metal of the frosty window, while I sip my mug of steaming chocolate-y, coffee. Times like this I'm so glad to be alive. Even if I do live in a not-so-nice part of the city, and the sound of the trains rumbling across the overpass subdues my tinkling ice tune, I am still glad that my heart is beating. The bass line to my snowflake song.
i have a job. i despise this roommate and his loud, obnoxious girlfriend. her laugh screeches in my ears like metal nails on a dull chalkboard x 100.
they have no respect for privacy, or people who have to wake up at 4am for work.
I like New York City. I hate this side of Queens. I need a job that pays more. I need a job in Manhattan.
These things will come with time. I know this, even though I am learning to practice patience with the utmost resentment.
Although I am anxious for my life to begin, I often forget that these things are just another step in the adventure.
I want to envision the future. I cannot even begin to fathom what my life will be like a year from now let alone 6 months from now.
We shall see.
i have a job. i despise this roommate and his loud, obnoxious girlfriend. her laugh screeches in my ears like metal nails on a dull chalkboard x 100.
they have no respect for privacy, or people who have to wake up at 4am for work.
I like New York City. I hate this side of Queens. I need a job that pays more. I need a job in Manhattan.
These things will come with time. I know this, even though I am learning to practice patience with the utmost resentment.
Although I am anxious for my life to begin, I often forget that these things are just another step in the adventure.
I want to envision the future. I cannot even begin to fathom what my life will be like a year from now let alone 6 months from now.
We shall see.