NEW YORK CITY

I arrived in New York City early one morning having nothing more than a suitcase and a dream. . . Ok that’s cheesy but sadly it’s kinda true.  I did move to the big apple with only a suitcase.  However, that suitcase was so overstuffed that I felt bad for the zippers on my bag.  They must have been working so hard to keep the contents of my luggage from spilling out onto the street.  If zippers could talk I’d imagine they would be saying something along the lines of “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold it”.  But I guess the feelings of my zippers are insignificant in this story.  

Along with my single overstuffed suitcase I came to New York hoping to finally find a full-time job.  The previous four months I had been living in Frederick, Maryland with my dear friend Cyndy and her family.  In Frederick I filled the extremely glamorous role of being a waitress at Patrick’s Irish Pub.  At Patrick’s I was saving the world one Corned Beef and Cabbage dinner at a time.  In my free time I was riding the Chinatown bus back and forth to New York for interviews and to meet with headhunters.  By the end of April I was working with 9 headhunters but still did not have a full-time job.  At least I knew enough headhunters to start a band or a soccer team or something. . . at least I had that going for me!  Anyway, I decided to take the plunge and move the New York with the status of “unemployed”.  

My unemployed status did not last long though.  Day one as a New Yorker I was offered a job with a great creative consulting firm.  Had I known all you had to do to get a job in New York was to show up with a suitcase I would have put this plan into motion months ago.  But I guess everything happens for a reason because the job I landed at this particular moment in time is pretty great.  During the day I will find myself herding a bunch of creative people. . .  I see it much like herding cats.  I am the operations person for a team of designers on an account with IBM.  The staff is pretty cool and I’m surrounded by some incredibly talented and smart people.  The other up side to my job is the fact that I can wear a trash bag and flip flops to work.  So long as I am “comfortable” they don’t care what you wear.  We were joking about casual Fridays the other day and one guy mentioned “for our office I guess to make it different than any other day it would have to be naked Friday”.  No one was really on board with that idea.  The culture of the firm is pretty cool.  Fridays the office has wine and champagne for the staff in the afternoon.  We celebrate staff birthdays by zodiac sign, not month.  It’s a little out there, but those little quirks make it feel less like work and more like some sort of odd social group I’ve joined.  

Day two as a New Yorker I moved into an apartment in Brooklyn.  I found a temporary living situation filling a room in Park Slope.  One of the women I live with is very one with the earth. . . so much so that I am now a resident of a “meatless” apartment.  That’s right folks. . . no bacon at home for me.  (Although I’ve joked with the friends I have up here that their apartments shall be bacon haven for me in the mean time.)  My earthy roommate spends her time at yoga, volunteering at the food co-op, going to acrobatic classes, and, obviously, she has trapeze on Wednesdays.  She is the typical Brooklynite. . . no joke.  My other roommate is also a temporary resident of our meatless abode.  She is here for the summer from California to attend culinary school.  She is quiet and thoughtful and knows how to cook kale like nobody’s business.  It is an interesting and enjoyable living situation.  It reminds me that there are an infinite number of ways I could spend my time in New York City.  Should I decide to take up trapeze that is completely in the realm of possibilities.  

So I guess that sums up my work and living situation.  It is pretty different than anything I’ve experienced before.  By day I research how to send a 36 foot projection wall around the world for presentations with IBM global. . . definitely not in my scope of responsibilities at Chesapeake Investment.  By night I eat foods can’t always identify and hear about hand-stand-athons.  All in all I’m pretty happy with the start of this new adventure.  New York isn’t a foreign country like my leap across the ocean, yet sometimes I feel amazed that so many different people can inhabit the same city.  I am totally ready to soak it all up and meet as many people different than me as humanly possible.  With hope these new people I meet will want to have a hamburger so I get my meat fill outside of the house!

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