It's hard to believe, but tomorrow marks 6 months living in the Big Apple. It seems like the shortest and longest 6 months of my life, and definitely the most exciting.
It's hard to believe 6 months ago I moved here, not knowing my roommate, not having a real job, and having no idea how to navigate my way around. I've had two internships and landed a full time job, still while working part time at the Gap (and babysitting on occasions). I've been sightseeing, gotten lost a million times, and seen countless (sort of) celebrities. I've been the had some of the best and worst days, and I've had some days so bad I actually resorted to drinking. I've gone from literally having nothing to do from unemployment to being so busy I fall asleep at 8. I've been homesick, lonely, and lost my mind a few times. I've felt every emotion I think a human can feel in these past 6 months, but I can honestly say it's the happiest I've ever been.
Now that I have a full time and part time job, I spend most of my free time catching up on sleep or Mad Men. It may not be the most exciting lifestyle right now, but I take it day by day. It's a weird feeling, being "all grown up". All your life you are told to have big dreams for the future and asked a million times what you want to be when you grow up. But no one asks you what it feels like when you're not a kid anymore, and just starting out. It's exciting, but it's also miserable. I still have big dreams of the future, this job is not going to be mine forever. But it's a weird feeling knowing that you can't make your biggest dreams come true overnight; the only thing that will get me there is time.
New York has given me so much that I never thought it could. I not only feel like I'm where I should be, but I feel complete. New York has completed me. I look back now at all the people that must have thought I was crazy in middle school, high school, and even college when I told them I was moving to New York. I mean, most 10 year olds don't really walk around telling people their big dream is to move halfway across the country. But I just knew that's where I wanted to be.
So here's to the best 6 months of my life, and for many, many more exciting ones. I couldn't be happier with where I'm at now, and I can't see how far I come in the next 6 months.
Always in an empire state of mind,
xoxo,
Ms. Manhattan
It's hard to believe 6 months ago I moved here, not knowing my roommate, not having a real job, and having no idea how to navigate my way around. I've had two internships and landed a full time job, still while working part time at the Gap (and babysitting on occasions). I've been sightseeing, gotten lost a million times, and seen countless (sort of) celebrities. I've been the had some of the best and worst days, and I've had some days so bad I actually resorted to drinking. I've gone from literally having nothing to do from unemployment to being so busy I fall asleep at 8. I've been homesick, lonely, and lost my mind a few times. I've felt every emotion I think a human can feel in these past 6 months, but I can honestly say it's the happiest I've ever been.
Now that I have a full time and part time job, I spend most of my free time catching up on sleep or Mad Men. It may not be the most exciting lifestyle right now, but I take it day by day. It's a weird feeling, being "all grown up". All your life you are told to have big dreams for the future and asked a million times what you want to be when you grow up. But no one asks you what it feels like when you're not a kid anymore, and just starting out. It's exciting, but it's also miserable. I still have big dreams of the future, this job is not going to be mine forever. But it's a weird feeling knowing that you can't make your biggest dreams come true overnight; the only thing that will get me there is time.
New York has given me so much that I never thought it could. I not only feel like I'm where I should be, but I feel complete. New York has completed me. I look back now at all the people that must have thought I was crazy in middle school, high school, and even college when I told them I was moving to New York. I mean, most 10 year olds don't really walk around telling people their big dream is to move halfway across the country. But I just knew that's where I wanted to be.
So here's to the best 6 months of my life, and for many, many more exciting ones. I couldn't be happier with where I'm at now, and I can't see how far I come in the next 6 months.
Always in an empire state of mind,
xoxo,
Ms. Manhattan