Today is August 1st. It's been exactly one year since I got on a plane and flew into adulthood, and I have to admit, that although there has been some turbulence, it was a pretty smooth flight! Ok, enough of the metaphors. Last night I went to a Missy Higgins concert. Today I got my first paycheck for my job at a...gasp...television station! (like its actually related to my major, OMG!)
But a year in New York...searching for a job, swimming in Sunset's Park free pool, realizing that drinks were $10 a pop, catering at venues I could never get in to on my own, the endless interviews over and over and over, the great friends, the delicious tamales, the beautiful parks and places to get lost in, walking until I have blisters and then doing it again the next week, becoming an Anthropolgie stalker, finding Times and Herald Squares annoying, sleepovers and restaurant week dinners, cheesy over the top plays that I love, strolling over the BK bridge with an amazing view of Manhattan lit up at night...it's been one hell of year. But now I seem to have all my little ducks in a row and am sort of waiting for the sky to cave in. Life can't really be this good, can it?
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