I just paid my landlord..
I had this idea to write a bunch of words explaining how I packed 2 suitcases and moved here on a whim on this exact day and how much I've changed living here. But na, here's some things that I figured some "transplants" don't expect from this crazy city or it could just be me....
The number of jobs I've had almost matches the number of places I've lived.
I've lived with actors, best friends and people that made me sleep on an air mattress for a week without giving me a heads up.
Cried on the train on my way home and slurped oysters on a Tinder date.
Busted my ass on subway stairs rushing a rainy day and flew 5 ft after getting hit by a car on my way to lunch.
Experienced the inconsiderate hospital system and the more inconsiderate police precincts.
Danced next to Alexander Wang and carried pumps cross town for Karlie Kloss.
Those are just a few & I'm still figuring things out. I'll take any guidance, mentorship, job applications/offers or any words one may give to better my time here. I have noticed one thing that keeps my emotions in tack in the mist of all of this uncertainty and of course, it's music. Now that I live so close to an above-ground subway, I enjoy the time on the J/M train in between Marcy Ave (Brooklyn) and Delancey/Essex (Manhattan). There's something about going over the East River and getting a glimpse of both boroughs with the Statue of Liberty in the distance. So I've made a playlist of songs I truly enjoy listening to during that time whether I'm on the only person on the cart or standing, smushed to the window with someone's bag stabbing my stomach.
If you're thinking about moving here, good luck.
If you've lived here all your life, thank you and good luck.
If you're friends or family that has supported me verbally, spiritually, monetarily or *social-medialy* lol, thank you - I appreciate it more than you know.
If you're Edna or Curtis, thank you and I love you both dearly.