I am currently sitting in my barren apartment i.e. sitting on a blow up mattress with a box as my table and staring at a very sketchy pull out couch that was so graciously left for us by the previous tenant. The apartment is spacious but what it gains in area it lacks in... pretty much everything else. It all comes down to this: the toilet does not work, kill me.
I have been here for about a week and here is what I have learned about NYC:
1. Everyone tries to rip you off, as exemplified by the internet installer who just tried to get $30 dollars out of us for a free service. Not so fast internet installer, you can't fool us.
2. No matter how in shape you are, your feet will hurt, a lot, and you will get blisters, a lot.
3. The city never sleeps. I love it.
4. Manhattan is exactly 2 miles wide from the east river to the hudson. I know, I walked it.
5. Everything costs three times as much, but often tastes three times as good, so its justifiable.
6. I hate sake, whoever said it tastes good must also enjoy drinking lighter fluid.
7. Finally, NYC is everything I hoped it would be, and I have only just begun.
After those little life lessons, and I am sure I will be learning many, many more, I have come to realize that I could never have prepared for this summer. I start my job next week (Redbook fashion closet) and I can't wait. My roommates and I are going to spend the day lounging (the weather is a rather gross form of "spit rain" and isn't exactly inviting).
Hopefully I have more excitement to fill this blog with, if not, then what a waste. I hope I can live up to Carrie Bradshaw's standards.
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