Captain’s log, stardate 2011. It’s been one week officially since I moved to New York city. I’m alive, I’m fed, I’m employed, and I’m happy. Not bad for my second time in this town.
I’m so overwhelmed with everything- the happiness, how much I miss home, how scared I am of adulthood, and at the same time how well I’m managing.
I’ll slip up along the way. I have already- I let someone talk me out of 8 bucks, and then insult me by lustily moaning as I walked away. I keep getting lost on my way to and from work, and I don’t know how to eat cheaply in this town.
But I’m learning. Every day I’m learning how to be a functioning big-girl. I’m learning to walk on my own wobbly legs, and to massage my own flat-footed feet after a hard day.
I’m growing up.
There will be more posts in the coming days on a variety of topics: Gay Marriage in New York, Street Harassment, The Subway- as well as new poetry and other such creative scribblings.
In the meantime be well, cyberfriends. I’ll write soon. Promise.
But now, bed. I have work in the morning.