I am currently writing this from
my reading nook under my loft bed in my apartment on the Upper West Side in
Manhattan, New York. It feels so surreal finally being able to say that. For
most of my adolescent years I wanted to live here and have always felt more at
home in this city than anywhere else.
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biggest goals came true: graduate college, land a kick ass job in the city and move
to the Upper West Side. I did all of these, but it was not easy. Immediately
after graduating I sent out endless applications for social media jobs until I
was hired by a movie subscription startup company. But even then, for two
months I had to commute to work from Jersey, two hours each way. I often wanted
to see my friends or go to a movie after work so I wasn’t getting home until
nearly midnight each night only to wake up at six again the next day.
on Broadway in the Upper West Side but the previous tenant refused to move out
until three weeks after I was
supposed to move in. And so I was put in a temporary apartment in the same
building but it was not renovated nor did it have the new appliances or wood
flooring like the apartment I had signed for. I slept on an air mattress and
lived out of suitcases for three weeks in a room with dirty tile floors,
stained walls and shitty overhead lighting. I had not realized how poor
lighting and dirty floors could make one so miserable. I was homesick and felt
to not enjoy my dream job anymore. The work I was doing was fun but
unfulfilling and I had major problems with the way I was being treated. So this
past week, I left. I won’t go into detail, but I will say that I refuse to let
myself be treated like an idiotic child. I am young enough that I do not have to stay at job that does not
make me happy. I have enough money saved up to pay rent and I have a few new job
opportunities in the works, but this time I will be way more selective with who
I decide to work with.
decision, but my gut told me that (for numerous reasons) I was better off
leaving. I was having trouble sleeping and breaking out in hives from the
unnecessary anxiety. It kind of felt like an early life crisis. I thought about
it for a good month before leaving, and now I have never felt better or more
my full advantage. I want to take care of myself again because the stress of
the past 5 months did a number on me. I want to walk or run every morning (like
I did today), and I am going to write. I have a novella I have been meaning to
finish for a while now and I plan on doing so in the next few weeks. Above all
else, I am going to be happy.
with Liam Neeson about his new movie Taken 2, and Frank Oz (known for voicing
and providing the puppeteer work for Fozzie Bear, Miss Piggy, and of course Yoda)
and Alan Menken (composer for most Disney movies including Beauty and the
Beast, The Little Mermaid, and Tangled) about the newly released Little Shop of
Horrors Director’s Cut. Frank wanted my cheesecake and gave me a hug. Alan sang
snippets of Disney songs many times next to me and I nearly passed out
from the shear awesomeness of it all. I know that my life will turn out just
my life as I have since May, about myself and about other people. I tried being
friends or making certain friendships works, but people turn out to be
distrustful, rude, and backhanded. There are people who desire above all else
to be well known and surrounded by people who adore them for all the wrong reasons.
Less eloquently, attention whores.
I don’t need people like that in my life.
through some exciting adventures and I can’t wait to find out what’s in store
for me. Once again my life will continue changing drastically, even this blog
will get a new layout! So once again I thank you guys for being there for me on
Twitter. I promise to try my best to keep you updated on my future endeavors.
Until then, drop me a line anytime. =)