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They say that in order for an adult to be happy, they have to have at least two of these three things:
1. A great place to live
2. A great job
3. A significant interpersonal relationship
All I can say really is that I feel like an adult. And for the moment, as I celebrate the first month of living in New York, and my first month working at Girls Write Now, I am very happy. There is an extraordinary amount of flux, and a healthy dose of uncertainty, in the way I am living. Still, I celebrated the first month of my post-graduate life grilling peaches, watching fireworks, and making out on my roof. I don't know if anything is permanent yet, this incredible apartment I live in, this great job, or the boy. Still, if that can happen in a month, and if I can be surrounded by good friends in what I suspect to be the best city in the country, well then, I have something to be thankful for.
I really hope I get to stay on here after the summer. I wrote a short piece for their blog about how many times I have shed tears of gratitude when I think about what I am doing, and how the organization benefits the lives of these young writers. It's all true. Our mentee graduation party was last week and went really well. I got to pick the playlist, did the decorations, and led a round of Mafia. In many ways, what I am doing feels like the counterpoint to what I experienced at YWW. There's less of a community between the girls because it's a one on one mentorship, but it is in some ways more important that this exists, to reach writers whose voices are otherwise marginalized and ignored. These young women are extraordinary! There's nothing else to say.
Also, I've been spending today thinking about the metaphor of men as taxis, that you have to look to find the ones with their lights on. I'm deeply ambivalent about whether or not I am interested in taking a cab, or whether my unlimited Metrocard is sufficient for getting me around. Metaphorically. And after the more recent debacles in my life, I'm not sure if that's what I need now, or if I am better off reveling in the ambiguity. I could do way worse than I've done. I'm remaining curious, and in the meantime, having someone to be silly over suits me fine.
1. A great place to live
2. A great job
3. A significant interpersonal relationship
All I can say really is that I feel like an adult. And for the moment, as I celebrate the first month of living in New York, and my first month working at Girls Write Now, I am very happy. There is an extraordinary amount of flux, and a healthy dose of uncertainty, in the way I am living. Still, I celebrated the first month of my post-graduate life grilling peaches, watching fireworks, and making out on my roof. I don't know if anything is permanent yet, this incredible apartment I live in, this great job, or the boy. Still, if that can happen in a month, and if I can be surrounded by good friends in what I suspect to be the best city in the country, well then, I have something to be thankful for.
I really hope I get to stay on here after the summer. I wrote a short piece for their blog about how many times I have shed tears of gratitude when I think about what I am doing, and how the organization benefits the lives of these young writers. It's all true. Our mentee graduation party was last week and went really well. I got to pick the playlist, did the decorations, and led a round of Mafia. In many ways, what I am doing feels like the counterpoint to what I experienced at YWW. There's less of a community between the girls because it's a one on one mentorship, but it is in some ways more important that this exists, to reach writers whose voices are otherwise marginalized and ignored. These young women are extraordinary! There's nothing else to say.
Also, I've been spending today thinking about the metaphor of men as taxis, that you have to look to find the ones with their lights on. I'm deeply ambivalent about whether or not I am interested in taking a cab, or whether my unlimited Metrocard is sufficient for getting me around. Metaphorically. And after the more recent debacles in my life, I'm not sure if that's what I need now, or if I am better off reveling in the ambiguity. I could do way worse than I've done. I'm remaining curious, and in the meantime, having someone to be silly over suits me fine.