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THERE IS HEAVY, PUMPING BASS COMING FROM THE APARTMENT NEXT DOOR.
i no longer feel remorse for blasting apache by sugarhill gang last weekend.
NYC.
what is there i can say...
it feels like i've lived here my entire life. all it took to realize this was packing to visit home for thanksgiving.
i'm a different person now. for good and bad. i've developed this bad habit some people refer to as "rudeness". i j-walk like i get paid to. i don't hold the doors open for the people coming in behind me. i no longer smile at strangers on the train. sometimes i am cranky, but it's because this place is full of so many peoples energy that i just can't help and pick up some of it, bad or good.
i've eaten some delish food, bought some real nice clothes, seen some beautiful and amazing things.
i've cried myself to sleep, given up on myself at least 7 times, and sat on the fence about coming home earlier than planned.
i have a job now, have seen and partied with a member of my immediate family, and gave someone directions.
i've learned patience, and discipline, and to trust my instincts more than ever.
i knew there would never be a right time to go to nyc, i just had to do it. but i think i picked the best of the worst times to change my life... i just have to wait for what is meant to come next.
i no longer feel remorse for blasting apache by sugarhill gang last weekend.
NYC.
what is there i can say...
it feels like i've lived here my entire life. all it took to realize this was packing to visit home for thanksgiving.
i'm a different person now. for good and bad. i've developed this bad habit some people refer to as "rudeness". i j-walk like i get paid to. i don't hold the doors open for the people coming in behind me. i no longer smile at strangers on the train. sometimes i am cranky, but it's because this place is full of so many peoples energy that i just can't help and pick up some of it, bad or good.
i've eaten some delish food, bought some real nice clothes, seen some beautiful and amazing things.
i've cried myself to sleep, given up on myself at least 7 times, and sat on the fence about coming home earlier than planned.
i have a job now, have seen and partied with a member of my immediate family, and gave someone directions.
i've learned patience, and discipline, and to trust my instincts more than ever.
i knew there would never be a right time to go to nyc, i just had to do it. but i think i picked the best of the worst times to change my life... i just have to wait for what is meant to come next.