Lately my daily life has been a mix of hard work and tough judgement calls. For example, after much deliberation I left my cafe job yesterday because ultimately the job wasn't a good fit for me and it was impossible for me to work every day and put the energy I needed into finding a place to live. I've never left a job so soon before and I know I won't be making enough now to pay rent, but I decided to do it anyway. Today was my first "day off" since I got my jobs, or my first real day of apartment searching. I ended up only seeing one room (the first one got taken before I got there; the second viewing made me late to the third so we rescheduled) and don't think it was the right one for me. I wasn't sure whether or not I should try and nab it or if I should hold out for the possibility of something a little better. I resolved to continue my search.
The last few weeks I've been constantly suspended between places, between people and appointments, between forms of transportation and jobs. It's hard to think I could be going to sleep tonight with a New York address of my own, but the truth is I opted to wait and therefore to maintain my suspension. I opted to again go through my evening ritual of meeting my dorm-mates, of navigating an unfamiliar street in search of something affordable and tasty to sustain me, of having reliably bizarre hostel dreams that incorporate hard-partying Ukrainians or sharing a tiny studio apartment with four German-speaking girls. I opted for present unease and more challenges in the hopes that just maybe I'll find a better living situation tomorrow, or next week.
As for my friends in the city, I haven't seen any of them. As for sites, if it isn't an underground transit system, a monumental library, or on the way to somewhere I'm scheduled to be, I probably haven't been there. I won't go into all of my daily struggles, but I will sum them up by saying I'm simply suspended in air right now. And I won't be able to focus on much else until I return to a solid footing, until my life has the stability of things like a schedule and a permanent location (perhaps a private shower??)... I'm not going to pretend I'm completely comfortable with all the Not Knowing, but Mom, I'm learning to be.
oh man, i'd kill to share an apartment with 4 german-speaking girls. (because i'm trying to learn the language!)
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I never knew you were such a wonderful writer. Second, that apartment will be coming your way soon. For some reason I've been obsessed with the Ikea catalog recently. Everything I see in it is meant for your little NYC home. I have it all picked out for you... or maybe I have it all picked out for the little NYC apartment I would have in an alternate life?
ReplyDeleteAw thanks Casie. I appreciate your reading it! As for Ikea, we have one nearby that I'll need to check out...
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