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I'm moving in too days. And going to my first day of work in 5. OH MY
I'm kinda super psyched to be out of this house. As relaxing as it is, 2 weeks is my max for being unproductive, then the boredom just gets tedious and grating. Not to mention the fact that I can buy my own food and cook for myself and not open the fridge to find a bucket of Tollhouse cookie dough. Sometimes I swear my mother is out to sabotage my attempts to eat healthy.
So I'll be heading on over to Spring Valley, NY, for a week. It's right on the Jersey border, so I can get cheap gas within minutes of home! I'll be living with friends my aunt stayed with during her divorce, who seem to be very out going hippie-ish people. Buddhas EVERYWHERE. And Ganga, the woman who rents another room in the house, seems like an awesome, friendly person. She teaches laughter yoga and has a boyfriend named Krishna. I think I'm going to like her.
Then work starts on Monday. Which coincides with the same day I need to figure out my commute to and from work. Apparently I like stressing myself out. But it shouldn't be too hard--the bus stop is at the end of the street I'll be living on in the parking lot of a health food store. So perhaps I can grab a muffin or something while I wait. The bus ride should only be about 45 minutes, although I'm going to compensate for morning commute traffic. My landlord says it'll drop me off in Times Square, but the website does not say such. Guess I'll figure that out on my own. But it's basically just a matter of getting to a Subway and navigating myself to 168th street.
Yes. Life. Happy Claire?
I'm kinda super psyched to be out of this house. As relaxing as it is, 2 weeks is my max for being unproductive, then the boredom just gets tedious and grating. Not to mention the fact that I can buy my own food and cook for myself and not open the fridge to find a bucket of Tollhouse cookie dough. Sometimes I swear my mother is out to sabotage my attempts to eat healthy.
So I'll be heading on over to Spring Valley, NY, for a week. It's right on the Jersey border, so I can get cheap gas within minutes of home! I'll be living with friends my aunt stayed with during her divorce, who seem to be very out going hippie-ish people. Buddhas EVERYWHERE. And Ganga, the woman who rents another room in the house, seems like an awesome, friendly person. She teaches laughter yoga and has a boyfriend named Krishna. I think I'm going to like her.
Then work starts on Monday. Which coincides with the same day I need to figure out my commute to and from work. Apparently I like stressing myself out. But it shouldn't be too hard--the bus stop is at the end of the street I'll be living on in the parking lot of a health food store. So perhaps I can grab a muffin or something while I wait. The bus ride should only be about 45 minutes, although I'm going to compensate for morning commute traffic. My landlord says it'll drop me off in Times Square, but the website does not say such. Guess I'll figure that out on my own. But it's basically just a matter of getting to a Subway and navigating myself to 168th street.
Yes. Life. Happy Claire?