I Live In New York
There are several things that this means:
I live in a very small room in a three bedroom apartment. It has room for my twin bed, a dresser and a book shelf. I can't even stretch on my floor because there's not enough room for my legs.
I work 4pm to 2am about every night.
I drink Sprite out of bottles I buy at bodegas.
I eat mango that is sliced for my from street vendors.
I gain knowledge from homeless people on horticulture.
I wait in lines that take a half hour to get packages at the post office and one of the postal clerks is the funniest person I've meet in three weeks.
I choose to do things that present themselves.
Today, while picking up my laundry, Natalie, the woman who takes my laundry, asked me if I had a boyfriend. "No," I replied. This has been a theme as of late with the onset of fall and all. She asked if I wanted to meet someone who is also a client of hers. I like adventrure...so she gave me his number and now we're meeting for drinks on Sunday. HA! This is FUN :)
New York is an amazing place. Full of amazing and talented people. We don't get along all of the time, but for the most part I think we all hang out pretty well together.
That's all. That's my big news of the day. Off to work!