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Still not done with school. This fact grates on me like rocks against sandpaper.
I live in a giant loft in Brooklyn with 9 people and one mad man. My room is the smallest room, but it has a window. Eric lives roughly 8 blocks down the street. One of his room mates is cool, the other a petty asshole.
I work at a jewelry company. I take pictures of their merchandise and retouch them. This is a very good job for me with good hours and highly tolerable working conditions.
I keep reminding myself that - eventually - living in New York will pay off if only I can find a way to make it happen. I often day dream about moving back upstate, living on my own and enjoying parks and forays out into the country where I'd buy cheap antiques and photograph vast empty fields of wheat. I look forward to eventually retiring there, buying a house with plenty of space for storage and making art until I die.
It seems I am caught between a hectic life of dense crowds, concrete and status-seekers and a more sensuous lifestyle that would ultimately result in abject loneliness.
I miss trees and cool summer nights. The easy part of my life is over.
I live in a giant loft in Brooklyn with 9 people and one mad man. My room is the smallest room, but it has a window. Eric lives roughly 8 blocks down the street. One of his room mates is cool, the other a petty asshole.
I work at a jewelry company. I take pictures of their merchandise and retouch them. This is a very good job for me with good hours and highly tolerable working conditions.
I keep reminding myself that - eventually - living in New York will pay off if only I can find a way to make it happen. I often day dream about moving back upstate, living on my own and enjoying parks and forays out into the country where I'd buy cheap antiques and photograph vast empty fields of wheat. I look forward to eventually retiring there, buying a house with plenty of space for storage and making art until I die.
It seems I am caught between a hectic life of dense crowds, concrete and status-seekers and a more sensuous lifestyle that would ultimately result in abject loneliness.
I miss trees and cool summer nights. The easy part of my life is over.