Everytime I told people that I was moving to New York, the response was usually the same: "Woah! How cool! That's awesome!!" (long pause) "So... how are you going to... do you... have... money?" In my head, it seemed simple. I would just move up there and get a service industry job like everyone else. I waited tables in high school, and I remember bringing home a ton of money. It didn't occur to me that I was IN high school... still living with my mom, eating her homecooked meals, and not a single bill in my name. Well on Tuesday, reality finally set in. I did the whole rent (plus) iPhone (plus) metro card (plus) laundromat (plus) groceries (minus) anything remotely fun, and realized I am now officially a starving artist... well technically just starving; I don't know if I get the title 'artist' yet.
Prayer Request: That I find a job that's flexible and lucrative enough to allow me to: 1) prioritize my dance classes, 2) keep me off the subways late at night, 3) hang out with friends that visit on weekends, and 4) cover my basic expenses with a little extra to actually explore and enjoy this new city.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sorry for the delay, but I am alive and well in New York City! After an all-night packing marathon on Sunday night, a missed flight on Monday morning, and a 9-hour standby in Hobby Airport, I finally arrived to La Guardia Airport at 11:30pm. My brother met me at the airport and we took a taxi to my new apartment. Grace, one of my new roommates was still up, so she showed me to my room. We talked for a little bit before we went to bed, so she was able to give the quick breakdown on the subways, grocery stores, and neighborhoods. She seems really nice and laid-back. From our quick chat I was able to gather that she's a musical theater dancer, but right now the industry is kinda slow, so on the side she teaches some kind of pilates or yoga class. She had to wake up extra early the morning before because Kelly Ripa wanted to be in the studio to take her class at 6am... Crazy!