Life as an intern isn't bad. Honest. It's actually... nice. The office is pretty fast-paced, but I'm used to that. What I'm not used to is being handed about 100 pages and asked to proof them. Like... what? As an intern? I'm sure the filing, running errands, and all that other intern-y stuff is on its way, but it was nice to be trusted with something like proofing already. I barely proofed anything but my own work at my last job and I was an editor. If the interns are doing this much work, I can't imagine what someone with a title at the company is doing...
THAT'S A LIE. Yes, I can. I met with an assistant editor today and was surprised to learn that he was offered a full-time position with the company five months after he started his internship. Today, he manages projects and deals directly with clients and does a bunch of other stuff. Even my coordinator has a ton of responsibilities, and he can't be more than two or three years older than me.
Yesterday, I compared two documents to be sure all edits were made during typesetting and I also did some research for an upcoming revision of a really big book. Today, I went through two separate, rather large stacks of paper for that same book and then learned how to write reader reports. This will be part of what I do tomorrow, and I'm really excited about it. This is the kind of stuff I wanted to be doing all along. I'm going to read through an author's proposal for their book and the sample chapters they send along and then I get to record my thoughts on the book. Do I recommend the company publishes it or is it garbage? Why is it good? Why is it bad? What are other books on the market similar to it? Is the author well-known? Does he or she have a good platform? I'm seriously so excited about this. If I'm doing this on my third day... what else is coming my way?
TOMORROW, I'm going to try to catch the 5:45 bus home to W-B. I'll spend the night with Chatti (it's her birthday!), pass out, and then spend Saturday and Sunday packing as much as I can. Luckily, I don't have too much to do. It's not like I have all that much stuff... I never really decorated. Almost all my walls are bare, minus a clock, a giant fork and spoon, and some bubble mirrors. It won't take me long, I hope. Can't wait to see some of my favorite people!
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Sleep? What's that?
I feel as though I've been going nonstop the past three weeks, barely getting any time to breathe. But... since it's nonstop good news, I really shouldn't complain about nervous nights of very little sleep and my aching feet. (I'd like to thank Andrew for marching me over to Central Park to eat sandwiches on a bench in front of the baseball fields after work today. Next time, I'll wear something better than flip flops!)
TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY OF WORK. I got there on time, moved and set up a computer at my desk, and got right to work. It's easy stuff—for now—but it's different. Tasks that I didn't really do at my last job, but aren't so menial that they're boring. I worked on two separate projects for two different editors today and took the mail to the post office with a few other interns. What blows my mind is that we get an hour lunch. I ate at my desk and then walked around the block while I talked to my mom. I found a Dunkin Donuts, a few restaurants, and I think a supermarket. My coordinator warned me there wasn't much in the area and that the excitement was closer to Times Square, but I found it interesting. The Garment District is home to some very colorful people.
All in all, really not a bad first day. At one point, I feared that I broke the microwave, though. I put my dinner in (Mine was the only one in the fridge amidst about eight pints of Ben & Jerry's. It reminded me of my grandparents' basement freezer lol.), started the microwave, and was halfway out the door of the break room when I realized it was way too quiet. Turned around and everything in the kitchen was off. I guess another girl started the coffee pot just before I started the microwave and it all shut down. This is nothing new for me—we had to be careful not to blow a fuse in my old office, too. Either way, everything went right back on and all was well.
WHILE I WAS AT THE PARK with Andrew, I received a text from my broker that said he'd met with the landlord of the apartment we liked yesterday. He said the landlord approved our application and we could move in June 15. I'm excited; I really liked what I saw and I hope when I walk through it again with him next week, everything's as I remember. Except... without furniture and with fresh paint. I'll take pictures and measurements at that point, too.
Tomorrow is the first day where I think I may actually be able to relax. I'm not sure if I'll go exploring or not after dinner—which I'll eat alone in my room. Which is... weird. I've yet to eat a meal in here. But I've got at least two weeks of room rental left so, I best get somewhat used to it. It's cheaper than heading out. And less awkward than getting a table for one.
No pictures today! Forgot to take some at Central Park. Oh well... Not like I can't go back!
TODAY WAS MY FIRST DAY OF WORK. I got there on time, moved and set up a computer at my desk, and got right to work. It's easy stuff—for now—but it's different. Tasks that I didn't really do at my last job, but aren't so menial that they're boring. I worked on two separate projects for two different editors today and took the mail to the post office with a few other interns. What blows my mind is that we get an hour lunch. I ate at my desk and then walked around the block while I talked to my mom. I found a Dunkin Donuts, a few restaurants, and I think a supermarket. My coordinator warned me there wasn't much in the area and that the excitement was closer to Times Square, but I found it interesting. The Garment District is home to some very colorful people.
All in all, really not a bad first day. At one point, I feared that I broke the microwave, though. I put my dinner in (Mine was the only one in the fridge amidst about eight pints of Ben & Jerry's. It reminded me of my grandparents' basement freezer lol.), started the microwave, and was halfway out the door of the break room when I realized it was way too quiet. Turned around and everything in the kitchen was off. I guess another girl started the coffee pot just before I started the microwave and it all shut down. This is nothing new for me—we had to be careful not to blow a fuse in my old office, too. Either way, everything went right back on and all was well.
WHILE I WAS AT THE PARK with Andrew, I received a text from my broker that said he'd met with the landlord of the apartment we liked yesterday. He said the landlord approved our application and we could move in June 15. I'm excited; I really liked what I saw and I hope when I walk through it again with him next week, everything's as I remember. Except... without furniture and with fresh paint. I'll take pictures and measurements at that point, too.
Tomorrow is the first day where I think I may actually be able to relax. I'm not sure if I'll go exploring or not after dinner—which I'll eat alone in my room. Which is... weird. I've yet to eat a meal in here. But I've got at least two weeks of room rental left so, I best get somewhat used to it. It's cheaper than heading out. And less awkward than getting a table for one.
No pictures today! Forgot to take some at Central Park. Oh well... Not like I can't go back!
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Apartment Hunting: A (Tentative) Success Story
So, most people crinkled their noses when I said that I'd been in touch with a broker recently. They warned me about fees, they told me not to trust them, and they pointed me toward Craig's List. All good advice, I suppose. But what most people don't ever seem to realize is that I'm not stupid. Also, although I'm a good listener, I don't tend to follow the advice of others—especially when it comes from people who don't really know what they're talking about. Have you ever lived in Manhattan? Have you ever dealt with a broker? If no, I'll listen to you politely and nod and maybe even agree with you... but that doesn't mean you've persuaded me to adopt your opinions as my own. I'm not saying I don't ever receive sound advice; if I didn't, I probably wouldn't be here right now. I'm also not saying that my way is the right way—but that doesn't necessarily mean yours is either.
Now that that's out of the way...
MY BROKER is awesome. I've been in contact with him for about two weeks and he's located on 187th Street in Washington Heights. I'll send a link his way if this all works out. I originally queried him the day I found out about my internship. I asked for a studio and he eventually talked me into a one bedroom when he realized I'd be bringing Matt with me. We went back and forth for two weeks and today he finally showed me some of his places. Matt took the bus this morning, and after a (failed) trial run to my new office, I met him at Port Authority and we were on our way.
We were 20 minutes late, but the broker laughed it off and we went a-house-hunting. Sort of. Apartment hunting... similar enough. Anyway, he showed us one that was at the tippy-top of our price range, just so we could see how much things like views of the river, natural light, and other non-necessities made the price go up. Then, he took us to another one-bedroom that was significantly less. We thought it was okay, but it didn't stick with us. I can't even really tell you what it looked like now. Then, he took us to a building on 181st Street that we really liked.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD looked nice in the daylight, but many people have warned us to go back at night and check it out. (You can see it on Google Maps by clicking here.) I can't find any crime reports that are deterring me from the area, but if anyone sees anything especially relevant, send it my way. I'm open to your advice if it means Matt and I are safe. It seems secure; two locked doors before you get into the lobby. Plus, the entrance is located off the street. The street itself is full of things to do and places to go. (And there's a New York & Company around the block!!) West of the apartment is the Hudson Parkway and southwest (I think) is the George Washington Bridge. North a few blocks is Fort Tryon Park, where we went after we saw the apartment. Pictures posted at the bottom of the entry. Nothing too special—it was another 90° day and neither of us were picture-worthy.
THE APARTMENT we liked had two bedrooms, was on the first floor, and is affordable. The kitchen is bigger than what both Matt and I have now, as is the living room. Both bedrooms are bigger than his bedroom at home, and the biggest one is a decent size. We can take almost all my furniture, except the stuff from the sun porch. But that's okay. We're both excited about the two bedroom deal, even though it wasn't something we ever said we wanted. More space is great, but we figured it'd come at a cost. Had the apartment been on a higher floor and had the landlord not wanted to rent it so quickly, then maybe it would have been more expensive, but everything fell in our favor today and we found a really cool place that we both like.
This is a big step for us; we've always talked about moving out, but we never really did anything to make it a reality. (Hm... notice the theme in my life thus far?) There were a few times in the past where we would go through classifieds in the Valley, but we only ever went to see one place. And that was a dump. We had plans to move to Philadelphia, Chicago, and San Francisco, but the relationship wasn't where it needed to be to make it work—and I think we both thoroughly understand that now. It might be too soon, moving in together out of state after having been broken up for a while and back together for so little of a time. But, then again, it might be the push we need to move the relationship to the next level. Who knows. We're sure as hell going to find out!
In any case, I can't connect to the internet. And my hair needs to be straightened for tomorrow. And then I need to get to sleep so I'm not crabby for my first day of work! Hoping to hear back from the broker sometime tomorrow to find out if Matt and I are one step closer to getting the apartment we liked. Fingers crossed!
Now that that's out of the way...
MY BROKER is awesome. I've been in contact with him for about two weeks and he's located on 187th Street in Washington Heights. I'll send a link his way if this all works out. I originally queried him the day I found out about my internship. I asked for a studio and he eventually talked me into a one bedroom when he realized I'd be bringing Matt with me. We went back and forth for two weeks and today he finally showed me some of his places. Matt took the bus this morning, and after a (failed) trial run to my new office, I met him at Port Authority and we were on our way.
We were 20 minutes late, but the broker laughed it off and we went a-house-hunting. Sort of. Apartment hunting... similar enough. Anyway, he showed us one that was at the tippy-top of our price range, just so we could see how much things like views of the river, natural light, and other non-necessities made the price go up. Then, he took us to another one-bedroom that was significantly less. We thought it was okay, but it didn't stick with us. I can't even really tell you what it looked like now. Then, he took us to a building on 181st Street that we really liked.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD looked nice in the daylight, but many people have warned us to go back at night and check it out. (You can see it on Google Maps by clicking here.) I can't find any crime reports that are deterring me from the area, but if anyone sees anything especially relevant, send it my way. I'm open to your advice if it means Matt and I are safe. It seems secure; two locked doors before you get into the lobby. Plus, the entrance is located off the street. The street itself is full of things to do and places to go. (And there's a New York & Company around the block!!) West of the apartment is the Hudson Parkway and southwest (I think) is the George Washington Bridge. North a few blocks is Fort Tryon Park, where we went after we saw the apartment. Pictures posted at the bottom of the entry. Nothing too special—it was another 90° day and neither of us were picture-worthy.
THE APARTMENT we liked had two bedrooms, was on the first floor, and is affordable. The kitchen is bigger than what both Matt and I have now, as is the living room. Both bedrooms are bigger than his bedroom at home, and the biggest one is a decent size. We can take almost all my furniture, except the stuff from the sun porch. But that's okay. We're both excited about the two bedroom deal, even though it wasn't something we ever said we wanted. More space is great, but we figured it'd come at a cost. Had the apartment been on a higher floor and had the landlord not wanted to rent it so quickly, then maybe it would have been more expensive, but everything fell in our favor today and we found a really cool place that we both like.
This is a big step for us; we've always talked about moving out, but we never really did anything to make it a reality. (Hm... notice the theme in my life thus far?) There were a few times in the past where we would go through classifieds in the Valley, but we only ever went to see one place. And that was a dump. We had plans to move to Philadelphia, Chicago, and San Francisco, but the relationship wasn't where it needed to be to make it work—and I think we both thoroughly understand that now. It might be too soon, moving in together out of state after having been broken up for a while and back together for so little of a time. But, then again, it might be the push we need to move the relationship to the next level. Who knows. We're sure as hell going to find out!
In any case, I can't connect to the internet. And my hair needs to be straightened for tomorrow. And then I need to get to sleep so I'm not crabby for my first day of work! Hoping to hear back from the broker sometime tomorrow to find out if Matt and I are one step closer to getting the apartment we liked. Fingers crossed!
Monday, May 28, 2012
First Day Adventures
I'm sure I owe thanks to many, many people who made this move possible—and they know who they are—but I have to say, I don't know where I'd be sitting at this very moment if it weren't for Andrew, one of my best friends from college.
YOU SEE, Andrew knows the woman I'm renting my current room from. In fact, Andrew spent almost a year in this very room while he attended Columbia. Since he—and apparently his entire family—are still close with the woman who owns the apartment, he was able to ask if it was available and put us in touch. And here I am! He treated me to bubble tea, a taxi ride, and dinner tonight (my first Greek restaurant!) and now that I think about it, I probably should have done the treating... I'll make it all up to you, Andrew!
Anyway, the room is a nice size. (Pictures available in previous post.) The bathroom isn't too far away and neither is the kitchen. My roommates are an older, retired woman with a passion for conversation, education, and little dogs and a bio-medical student here on a grant or scholarship or something. We haven't gotten to talk much, but he seems nice. Very quiet, which is just fine with me. One complaint: My desk chair isn't too sturdy. It's very loud and tilts to one side, but the presence of the elevator in the building evens the score. ;)
THIS NEIGHBORHOOD is incredible; I would live here if I could afford it. Matt and I will be looking at places north of here tomorrow with a broker, but it's nice to know that Morningside Heights exists. This is a different kind of New York City. A calmer, younger, and more comfortable part, in my opinion. A part I could get used to very easily, but I need to be careful. I know this is—unfortunately—out of our budget... For now.
Anyway, if you walk out my building and go left, you'll hit Riverside Drive and a beautiful path/park that runs along the Hudson River. When it's not a billion degrees outside, I'll head down there for a walk/run and take some pictures. If you walk out and turn right, then go left onto Broadway, you'll wander onto Columbia's campus. In the 90° heat, Andrew showed me around campus. He's like a living, breathing encyclopedia, so I learned all about dates, riots, roads, and buildings. He also introduced me to bubble tea. Thumbs up.
Then we went to Kefi, a Greek restaurant, and had some really good food. At a decent price, too. After that, we walked to Lincoln Center, where Andrew promised to make me a cultured New Yorker. I flashed to Jen Lancaster's fifth memoir, My Fair Lazy: One Reality Television Addict's Attempt to Discover If Not Being A Dumb Ass Is the New Black, or, a Culture-Up Manifesto. It's a great book—read it if you like to laugh. Read all Lancaster's stuff, including her blog, if you like being entertained and are a fan of witty footnotes. (I am.)
We ended the night crossing through Columbus Circle, missing our subway stop at 116th street, waiting for a train in Harlem for ten minutes, and then stopping in a 24-hour grocery store a block or so from the apartment. And now I have lunch and dinner for the next two days and a few Life Waters to hold me over in the meantime.
All in all, pretty good first day in the city. Tomorrow will be interesting... Boyfriend's coming to town! :) And we're looking at apartments! Doubt we'll find anything right off the bat, but it should be an interesting day. I hope to take him to Chelsea Market, where I'll share all the wisdom Andrew shared with me on St. Patrick's Day when I visited him and got pinched by a drunk girl. Yay!
A few pictures from today? Why, sure. Click below!
YOU SEE, Andrew knows the woman I'm renting my current room from. In fact, Andrew spent almost a year in this very room while he attended Columbia. Since he—and apparently his entire family—are still close with the woman who owns the apartment, he was able to ask if it was available and put us in touch. And here I am! He treated me to bubble tea, a taxi ride, and dinner tonight (my first Greek restaurant!) and now that I think about it, I probably should have done the treating... I'll make it all up to you, Andrew!
Anyway, the room is a nice size. (Pictures available in previous post.) The bathroom isn't too far away and neither is the kitchen. My roommates are an older, retired woman with a passion for conversation, education, and little dogs and a bio-medical student here on a grant or scholarship or something. We haven't gotten to talk much, but he seems nice. Very quiet, which is just fine with me. One complaint: My desk chair isn't too sturdy. It's very loud and tilts to one side, but the presence of the elevator in the building evens the score. ;)
THIS NEIGHBORHOOD is incredible; I would live here if I could afford it. Matt and I will be looking at places north of here tomorrow with a broker, but it's nice to know that Morningside Heights exists. This is a different kind of New York City. A calmer, younger, and more comfortable part, in my opinion. A part I could get used to very easily, but I need to be careful. I know this is—unfortunately—out of our budget... For now.
Anyway, if you walk out my building and go left, you'll hit Riverside Drive and a beautiful path/park that runs along the Hudson River. When it's not a billion degrees outside, I'll head down there for a walk/run and take some pictures. If you walk out and turn right, then go left onto Broadway, you'll wander onto Columbia's campus. In the 90° heat, Andrew showed me around campus. He's like a living, breathing encyclopedia, so I learned all about dates, riots, roads, and buildings. He also introduced me to bubble tea. Thumbs up.
Then we went to Kefi, a Greek restaurant, and had some really good food. At a decent price, too. After that, we walked to Lincoln Center, where Andrew promised to make me a cultured New Yorker. I flashed to Jen Lancaster's fifth memoir, My Fair Lazy: One Reality Television Addict's Attempt to Discover If Not Being A Dumb Ass Is the New Black, or, a Culture-Up Manifesto. It's a great book—read it if you like to laugh. Read all Lancaster's stuff, including her blog, if you like being entertained and are a fan of witty footnotes. (I am.)
We ended the night crossing through Columbus Circle, missing our subway stop at 116th street, waiting for a train in Harlem for ten minutes, and then stopping in a 24-hour grocery store a block or so from the apartment. And now I have lunch and dinner for the next two days and a few Life Waters to hold me over in the meantime.
All in all, pretty good first day in the city. Tomorrow will be interesting... Boyfriend's coming to town! :) And we're looking at apartments! Doubt we'll find anything right off the bat, but it should be an interesting day. I hope to take him to Chelsea Market, where I'll share all the wisdom Andrew shared with me on St. Patrick's Day when I visited him and got pinched by a drunk girl. Yay!
A few pictures from today? Why, sure. Click below!
That settles it!
After a fairly smooth ride to New York, a delicious meal at Deluxe with my mom and aunt, and about an hour of unpacking... I'm all set for the next month. All my clothes fit in the drawers, I had just enough hangers, and my computer connects to the wifi with little difficulty. I was going to nap, but I took pictures of my room instead.
This is home for the next few weeks. According to this article, President Obama lived in the same building when he went to Columbia. I'm 110% sure that Andrew told me this once, too. Click the link below to check it out!
This is home for the next few weeks. According to this article, President Obama lived in the same building when he went to Columbia. I'm 110% sure that Andrew told me this once, too. Click the link below to check it out!
Sunday, May 27, 2012
The Story So Far
The word gargantuan used to baffle me. I knew what it meant, but I didn't quite understand it. The first time I saw the word was in the first book in the Babysitter's Club Little Sister series. The main character, Karen, uses it to describe her father and stepmother's house. If I'm remembering the story line correctly, in comparison to her mother's house, her father's house was very large. I knew Ann Martin was trying to say that the house was big, but I didn't understand just how big.
It took me years to understand the real meaning of the word: enormous, tremendous, immense. Once I moved on to more advanced series, I forgot about Karen and her gargantuan house. I was reminded of it recently, however. While at a stop sign, the word popped came to mind. I was thinking of how big this move was: Wilkes-Barre to Manhattan. And big didn't seem like it fit the situation. Important? Eh. Necessary? Definitely, but no... Gargantuan? Yes. Yes, this decision was enormous, tremendous, immense—and intense.
I assume some background would be helpful right about now...
TO SUM IT ALL UP, I worked for a small educational book production company in northeastern Pennsylvania for more than three years. I started with the company as a part-time worker and freelancer as a junior in college and was then hired full-time when I graduated. I was with the company almost exactly two years full time. I hold a BA in Communications, and I was always interested in writing and reading books. I've expressed an interest in wanting to publish forever, and I've talked nearly nonstop about hoping to someday work at a trade publishing company. I learned of an opportunity to intern at an independent publishing company in Manhattan in mid-May and sent a simple email inquiring about internships for summer or fall, figuring I'd be able to give my company more than enough notice if I happened to get the internship. Well, I got it—and was asked to be in the city less than two weeks later. I couldn't say no; I couldn't let this opportunity go to anyone else. I wanted it, so I took it.
And here I am now. The night before I move to Manhattan. Scared out of my mind.
Like I said, this was a big decision. I lived in Italy for a month in 2009, but other than that, I've never been outside of Wilkes-Barre for an extended period of time. I moved out of my parents' house last August, and figured that was all the independence I'd need for a little while. (And even then... I rented from my grandparents and saw my mom three to four times a week, anyway.) This experience is not like the others, though. This isn't a one-week vacation to Chicago, a month-long excursion in Italy, or anything slightly temporary. This is it—I'm not coming back. To visit, yes. Absolutely. All the time. But I don't plan on ever calling the Wyoming Valley my home again. There's nothing for me here—I need to go where the jobs are. And in publishing, that's NYC.
Everything's going to be different, of course. The streets, my routine, my friends, etc. etc. Even my job won't be anything close to what I was already doing. I'm taking a severe pay cut and basically starting my career over. And I understand that I'm doing it and have accepted the challenge with an open mind. I always said I didn't mind the idea of starting from the bottom and working my way up... and that's what I find myself doing again. And that's fine. I'm only twenty-four years old. It's the right time to do it. Everyone keeps telling me that if I don't take this chance, I'll regret it forever. I don't want to live with that type of regret. So... This is it.
TOMORROW my aunt and my mom are taking me to Manhattan, where I'll rent a room for about a month. Since the internship is open-ended, I plan on being there for a while (and, as previously mentioned, I really don't plan on admitting future failure and moving back home...), so I'll look for a semi-permanent place and hopefully be in by July 1st. And then the fun starts.
I plan on using this blog to document my transition from the W-B to NYC. The apartment searching, the responsibilities of the new job, the discoveries I make as I move around a new city. Some of it (well, most of it, probably...) will be boring, but if I can keep it up, then I can look back at the past and remember where I came from and how hard I worked to get to.... wherever I end up. Writing has always helped me work through ideas and emotions, so hopefully it will continue to help me out while I make the first of what I hope to be many big—gargantuan—decisions.
It took me years to understand the real meaning of the word: enormous, tremendous, immense. Once I moved on to more advanced series, I forgot about Karen and her gargantuan house. I was reminded of it recently, however. While at a stop sign, the word popped came to mind. I was thinking of how big this move was: Wilkes-Barre to Manhattan. And big didn't seem like it fit the situation. Important? Eh. Necessary? Definitely, but no... Gargantuan? Yes. Yes, this decision was enormous, tremendous, immense—and intense.
I assume some background would be helpful right about now...
TO SUM IT ALL UP, I worked for a small educational book production company in northeastern Pennsylvania for more than three years. I started with the company as a part-time worker and freelancer as a junior in college and was then hired full-time when I graduated. I was with the company almost exactly two years full time. I hold a BA in Communications, and I was always interested in writing and reading books. I've expressed an interest in wanting to publish forever, and I've talked nearly nonstop about hoping to someday work at a trade publishing company. I learned of an opportunity to intern at an independent publishing company in Manhattan in mid-May and sent a simple email inquiring about internships for summer or fall, figuring I'd be able to give my company more than enough notice if I happened to get the internship. Well, I got it—and was asked to be in the city less than two weeks later. I couldn't say no; I couldn't let this opportunity go to anyone else. I wanted it, so I took it.
And here I am now. The night before I move to Manhattan. Scared out of my mind.
Like I said, this was a big decision. I lived in Italy for a month in 2009, but other than that, I've never been outside of Wilkes-Barre for an extended period of time. I moved out of my parents' house last August, and figured that was all the independence I'd need for a little while. (And even then... I rented from my grandparents and saw my mom three to four times a week, anyway.) This experience is not like the others, though. This isn't a one-week vacation to Chicago, a month-long excursion in Italy, or anything slightly temporary. This is it—I'm not coming back. To visit, yes. Absolutely. All the time. But I don't plan on ever calling the Wyoming Valley my home again. There's nothing for me here—I need to go where the jobs are. And in publishing, that's NYC.
Everything's going to be different, of course. The streets, my routine, my friends, etc. etc. Even my job won't be anything close to what I was already doing. I'm taking a severe pay cut and basically starting my career over. And I understand that I'm doing it and have accepted the challenge with an open mind. I always said I didn't mind the idea of starting from the bottom and working my way up... and that's what I find myself doing again. And that's fine. I'm only twenty-four years old. It's the right time to do it. Everyone keeps telling me that if I don't take this chance, I'll regret it forever. I don't want to live with that type of regret. So... This is it.
TOMORROW my aunt and my mom are taking me to Manhattan, where I'll rent a room for about a month. Since the internship is open-ended, I plan on being there for a while (and, as previously mentioned, I really don't plan on admitting future failure and moving back home...), so I'll look for a semi-permanent place and hopefully be in by July 1st. And then the fun starts.
I plan on using this blog to document my transition from the W-B to NYC. The apartment searching, the responsibilities of the new job, the discoveries I make as I move around a new city. Some of it (well, most of it, probably...) will be boring, but if I can keep it up, then I can look back at the past and remember where I came from and how hard I worked to get to.... wherever I end up. Writing has always helped me work through ideas and emotions, so hopefully it will continue to help me out while I make the first of what I hope to be many big—gargantuan—decisions.
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