THAT took me long enough.
So after a grueling over the phone battle with the campus computer store I've finally gotten my computer. Which is beautiful.
OK...
So here's a quick catch up.
Its hard. I mean really hard. Its not the city living part thats hard, the bills, the transit, the day to day, thats the easy part. What's hard is the development of MY New York. The places I go to when I'm bored, the right place to eat on a Tuesday. My favorite bar, coffeeshop. All of these things that I completely took for granted when I was in a familiar place. I miss the kids especially. I suppose I never realized that the quick pizza or drop by bloody mary friend was an essential part of my feeling comfortable. And when it comes to my goal of independence, I'm afraid I've failed across the board. I needed those kids. Still do. I'm making friends pretty quickly here. I think thats just the state of this place. Everyone searching for the call up coffee friend. I've taken to being entirely open to everyone. Which is actually fantastic. It leaves me open to figure out the new again.
The people here are bar none fucking gorgeous. I think I fall in love once an hour.
I have a place in Brooklyn near Prospect Park that is a lot bigger than I anticipated.
I had no issues finding a place or a job. Infact, I found a job the very next day. Its a tiny cafe called the Crooked Tail thats right in the middle of an Italian sector of Brooklyn. The family ties there are strong and I was told not to ask what some people did for a living. Straight outta the Sopranos. Then I moved in to my sublet within three days. I thought for a moment that perhaps NYC wasn't all that tough. I mean hell, I was in the place and set up working within three days, right?
On the fifth day I question what that wretched smell in my apartment was. I did all the laundry and showered in hot, hot water, but it didn't quit. It was two days solid of this and finally it occurred to me while on the phone with a friend that the smell of the place came not from me but....ready?.... from the pissed in bed I was lying in. Yes, I was sitting in someone else's night of embarrassment. I let Ollie(roommate) know who quickly told me about the troubling tales of the last roommate and that he'd have a new mattress shipped the next day. Oh New York, you really know how to make a girl feel welcome.
OK...
So here's a quick catch up.
Its hard. I mean really hard. Its not the city living part thats hard, the bills, the transit, the day to day, thats the easy part. What's hard is the development of MY New York. The places I go to when I'm bored, the right place to eat on a Tuesday. My favorite bar, coffeeshop. All of these things that I completely took for granted when I was in a familiar place. I miss the kids especially. I suppose I never realized that the quick pizza or drop by bloody mary friend was an essential part of my feeling comfortable. And when it comes to my goal of independence, I'm afraid I've failed across the board. I needed those kids. Still do. I'm making friends pretty quickly here. I think thats just the state of this place. Everyone searching for the call up coffee friend. I've taken to being entirely open to everyone. Which is actually fantastic. It leaves me open to figure out the new again.
The people here are bar none fucking gorgeous. I think I fall in love once an hour.
I have a place in Brooklyn near Prospect Park that is a lot bigger than I anticipated.
I had no issues finding a place or a job. Infact, I found a job the very next day. Its a tiny cafe called the Crooked Tail thats right in the middle of an Italian sector of Brooklyn. The family ties there are strong and I was told not to ask what some people did for a living. Straight outta the Sopranos. Then I moved in to my sublet within three days. I thought for a moment that perhaps NYC wasn't all that tough. I mean hell, I was in the place and set up working within three days, right?
On the fifth day I question what that wretched smell in my apartment was. I did all the laundry and showered in hot, hot water, but it didn't quit. It was two days solid of this and finally it occurred to me while on the phone with a friend that the smell of the place came not from me but....ready?.... from the pissed in bed I was lying in. Yes, I was sitting in someone else's night of embarrassment. I let Ollie(roommate) know who quickly told me about the troubling tales of the last roommate and that he'd have a new mattress shipped the next day. Oh New York, you really know how to make a girl feel welcome.