I have adapted fairly well to New York life. Sure, I think the lack of cheap grocery store chains is lame, but I have learned to deal with it. One thing that threw me was the laundry situation.
OK. let me just preface this by saying that I've never had to pay for my laundry before. I know. I've been totally spoiled, but there you have it. It's not that I haven't done my own laundry for years. I just haven't had to pay for it.
Right, so here's what went down:
A. I carefully put my tokens in the washing machine only to realize that the door locks immediately after you insert the last one... whether or not you have actually put your clothes in. So I stood back in horror as the soapy water swirled around behind the locked door of the washing machine I had just spent $3.50 to use.
B. The matron o' the laundry mat came over and had a good laugh at my behalf before giving me the 14 tokens I needed to start a new session that would this time include my clothes.
C. I sat back to read but was distracted by awful daytime television. I watched more television sitting there than I had watched in the last five months combined since I don't own a TV. Geeze I mean Kelly Rippa was on... and Rachael Ray has her own tv show?!!! since when? Wasn't she famous for being a chef and not a talk show host? Please stick to your daytime job, Rachel Ray!
D. I wrote a letter to my friend Charles for his birthday, and deposited it in the blue bin right outside the laundy mat only to realize fifteen minutes later that I had of course forgotten to put a stamp on the envelope even though I had had 7 in my bag with me. (I found out later that it did indeed get to him though... stampless and all, so a big 'thank you' to the postal service for that one.)
E. I let the dryer tumble for over 80 minutes, but my clothes were still wet.
F. I was late to my internship.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Did I mention I moved to New York?
Well it's true. I did.
I fly into the city on Sunday with a backpack, a messenger bag, and one suitcase. I kind of pride myself in being so mobile, but at the same time I of course long for a life to call my own. I guess that doesn't necessarily have to include a long list of material possessions and ideally speaking, it shouldn't, but it often seems to in the mind of the masses.
Sunday night/Monday were cool. I stayed with a friend and four other guys in their loft in Bushwick. Though I had never really spoken to most of them, there is something so intimate about sharing such an open space with people. Their bedrooms more often than not lacked at least one wall. At any given time, you could look up and see feet dangling off a mattress resting on the floor.
Then I moved into a new place... a place of my own until August 1st. Here, I am in the minority. It's kind of strange/frightening, but cool at the same time.
I just watched the movie Into the Wild, and although my experience is nothing compared to what Christopher/Alex went through, I feel a kindred spirit in him. New York City may be as far as you can get from the wild technically speaking, but in a more abstract sense, it certainly is the wild to me. It is the unknown... potentially dangerous, but full of possibilities and discoveries. There is the chance to forge a new life.
I wonder where it will take me...
I fly into the city on Sunday with a backpack, a messenger bag, and one suitcase. I kind of pride myself in being so mobile, but at the same time I of course long for a life to call my own. I guess that doesn't necessarily have to include a long list of material possessions and ideally speaking, it shouldn't, but it often seems to in the mind of the masses.
Sunday night/Monday were cool. I stayed with a friend and four other guys in their loft in Bushwick. Though I had never really spoken to most of them, there is something so intimate about sharing such an open space with people. Their bedrooms more often than not lacked at least one wall. At any given time, you could look up and see feet dangling off a mattress resting on the floor.
Then I moved into a new place... a place of my own until August 1st. Here, I am in the minority. It's kind of strange/frightening, but cool at the same time.
I just watched the movie Into the Wild, and although my experience is nothing compared to what Christopher/Alex went through, I feel a kindred spirit in him. New York City may be as far as you can get from the wild technically speaking, but in a more abstract sense, it certainly is the wild to me. It is the unknown... potentially dangerous, but full of possibilities and discoveries. There is the chance to forge a new life.
I wonder where it will take me...
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