So....
About four months ago, I moved to New York City. This has been my dream for the past six years -- move to New York City. It's exactly how I wished it. I would find a dingy/old but cozy place in New York and tough it out--just like I see them do it on TV. Well, remember that adage -- "be careful what you wish for"? Well.....I totally agree with that. I find myself in what appears to be a former office building turned to an apartment. I live in what is called a "studio" apartment and I pay about $1150 a month for rent. It is a dingy old place, excuse me, office turned into an apartment. Oy vey! Everyday, I discover a new location from which a cold draft seeps in. Yes, I moved to NY in the winter and I must say, it's not as bad as I thought it would be. People keep saying it's going to get worse but if I can survive winter in Salt Lake City, UT, I can survive winter here. To battle the cold drafts, I have discovered a gem. A gem come to me from yonder place called #drum roll please!!!!!!!!! HOME DEPOT.
I found duct tape. Yep. If you step into my office/room, you will find duct tape all along the walls, along the window panes, all over the A/C unit. Duct tape saves the day. I wonder how long I can keep this going--using duct tape to hold on to my life until I can find something better.
The move to NY has been interesting. It seems that I moved to NY and most of my NY friends moved to Houston. Ho hum. I feel like someone is playing tricks on me because I moved to NY from Houston. Smh. Well, I'm here and though my focus is work and making that dough, saving up and really starting my business, businesses, I also plan on making some new friends along the way. So far, so not so good..well, maybe it's good. Since my main focus is work, it's no surprise that most of my friends will end up being people I meet at work. I usually spend 10-13 hours each day at work, when I am working. I am a New York attorney looking to break into compliance. While I try to fight my way into compliance, I am working temporary legal jobs to pay the bills and save some money. It is mundane work but it pays the bills. I can work these long hours for weeks on end...it's not a problem. You can make quite a lot of money if you get lucky enough to work on a long project that pays overtime and allows you to work unlimited hours. Yep. I've worked up to 93 hours a week for 3 months straight. I turned into a zombie but I had money in the bank.
So, here I am in New York living the life. I live in a dingy/old office turned into apartment studio with a kitchenette no counter space, working temporary legal jobs while trying to break into compliance. I'm living the New York dream alright....but I love my neighborhood. They have everything here. Shops line up the street....the only thing missing in this area is a Wal-mart. Of course, that would totally mess up the vibe, so it's understandable why there's no Wal-mart here. I love this neighborhood. It's safe and quiet but yet very very busy. My apartment just happens to be on the inside so I barely hear anything except for the occasional police sirens and the train....aside from that, it's pretty cool. I can shop, go to the movies, have dinner and get the the E/F/M/R lines within 2 blocks of my apartment. If you live in NY, you would know that you can get just about anywhere with the E and the F lines. Takes you straight into Manhattan and you can easily transfer to Brooklyn lines. I love the E and F lines...no joke.
So, back to the issue of friends. Okay, truth be told, I do have 2 friends who managed to not move to Houston. Bri and Nate. Love them but it wouldn't hurt to meet new people right? So, during my first gig in the big NY, I sat by these wonderful people, Anita, Ng, and Warren. Slowly but surely we became friends. Anita and I stalked each other, lol. Well, her so much more than me, but she will deny this fact. Let's just hope she doesn't read this blog. EVER!
Then I got on another project and met this girl, Winnie, who seemed very nice. I was happy she was sitting beside me. I mean the girl had spunk! Well, all chances of me being friends with Winnie evaporated about 4 days later when I found out that Winnie was a bonafide nose picker. Ughhh!! Winnie would sit and dig and dig and dig. No shame at all! None!! So, now I spend my days trying not to look out the corner of my eye to see if she's digging...but uggghhh...I always end up looking and YESSS.....she is digging in that nose....just like I thought.. I go through this many times in a day. I tell myself, don't look, you know what she's doing, you know Nene...but ohhh!!! I always end up looking. It's like knowing the orange juice in the fridge is spoilt but still opening it and smelling it and going Uggghhhh!!!
So, I cannot be Winnie's friend because I can't be friends with someone I pray everyday, does not touch me. Ughhhh!!!!
Anyway, here I am in NY. Living the life. My wish has definitely come true--good thing I didn't just wish for one thing....
Ugghhh.....Winnie!!!!!
