That's my life. In that photo, you can see everything I brought up with me to NYC, minus of course my computer, tote, computer bag, the clothes I'm wearing (or am I? lolz), etc., sitting in the corner of Z's living room. It's been busy busy the past couple days, with me spending time with C and Z since we haven't seen each other for a collective like 9 months. Tomorrow C and I are going to watch the Cotton Bowl at this bar on 34th street, and I'm preeeeetty excited about. Football + Manhattan + cheap drank = luv.
Not to seem too flippant, because secretly on the inside I'm freaking out. I don't have a place of my own to live, and I don't have a job. But, ya know, I'm still waiting to hear back from that interview I had before Xmas, and if that doesn't work out, at least now I'm in the city and will be able to apply and interview for things in person. I'm trying to stay optimistic and be more excited than I am unsure or scared, but it's just scary right now. I'm coming up on my fourth day in the city and I'm already like ZOMG I want an apartment, a bed, and a job plz. I know I just have to be patient. I'm so glad to be here with C and Z, and I have hope for the future.
In conclusion, if you know anyone who lives here and is looking for a roomie, holla atcha guh.
Majorly yours.
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