So, haven’t updated this in quite some time. The past couple months I’ve been living in Brooklyn..in a room the size of my closet without a wall or door. With a majority of my belongings crammed under a tiny loft bed. Last Friday I came to the realization that I’m just not made for this lifestyle. Not even the living situation, just the atmosphere of the city. Not for me. I like fresh air and waterfalls and mountains and secret places to swim and country roads in the summer. I just couldn’t adjust. Everyone I talked to said they hated their first year, but I don’t see my opinion changing. Why pay so much to live in a place you’re not comfortable and not happy? Doesn’t make any sense at all to me. I discovered my hatred for the city last Friday while getting off my shift at the cafe in Greenpoint. I was running on no sleep, which I tend to do quite often, and had worked a good 8 hours. I was heading toward the train, a couple blocks away and it was so unbearably hot outside I couldn’t take it. I got so irritated, and looked to my right to see a woman fixing her hair, exposing her hairy bushy armpit. Everything was disgusting me. A man was lying on a bench coughing, thrusting the dirty saliva from his rotten mouth onto the pavement in front of me. The air was sticky muggy and gross, I could see a cloud rising from the subway grate. Everything and everyone was making me sick and I just wanted to be home so bad. This is some shit I wouldn’t have to see or worry about back home..and if I was that unbearably hot, I could easily be to a swimming spot in minutes. Anyway, I hopped on the train and headed home to pack.
I arrived “home” and packed up all my shit, then to Reggie’s to pack up what I had there. Amanda drove me to the train in Nelson’s car because I let Aiden use my metrocard. I was running late and had a 30lb+ bag of my stuff. I arrived at Penn Station at 12:22pm and my bus was supposed to leave at 12:20. I ran a good couple of blocks, smashing people with my huge bag, sweating profusely in the disgusting New York City air, practically in tears thinking I missed my bus. Thank god it was running late, I was longing for the fresh Upstate air and trips to the reservoir in Ithaca. This was the moment I decided it was entirely necessary for me to move back home. “CNY girl at <3”.
