little fruit(s) in the big apple

I am laying on my uncomfortable, half-deflated air bed, trying to adjust to the fact that I have spent my past week in my first apartment. In Brooklyn. In a house full of black dykes. Seriously, what is my life?

I have had a lot of feelings this past week, the biggest one being exhaustion. I am just so tired all the time. I have mostly been running around, applying for jobs, trying to familiarize myself with the trains, spending money. There is never a time to rest here, never anytime to just lay around in the grass and breathe, read a book, drink a beer, breathe. I am really in love with our fire escape for this reason. It is the only place "in" the house where one can relax by themselves and enjoy the weather. Although, it is usually just as noisy out there as the rest of NY. There are so many sounds here.

Living in NY makes me feel like I've never lived in a city before. Which is strange because I am from the city. There is nothing that makes me happier than coming home from Amherst, and watching the Boston skyline peek into view from around the Charles. Being downtown always puts a smile on my face. But Boston isn't NY. Boston is do-able. You can you can be a city person and still have a soul in Boston. It feels like in NY, people are constantly moving so fast that sometimes they forget they are human. Especially when crossing the street. It's like all NYers think they're superman or something. There have already been two times where I could have gotten run over because I decided to follow the NYers lead. Here, it's every man for himself.

Manhattan. Oh, boy. You are one money-sucking monster. DId you know there are no benches down 6th Ave? I walked from W23rd to W14th and saw not one bench. There was even a little raised area with flowers and plants, and it was surrounded by a spiky metal railing to ensure that nobody could sit down on it. I saw a lot of overpriced stores, though. And I definitely saw a lot of cafes that would put Starbucks to shame. And here I was, thinking SB was pretty classy. I hate having to be there for long, and I still haven't even done the whole touristy thing yet. Although I would eventually like to see what the big fuss about Central Park is.

My internship is in Manhattan. I haven't really done much yet. In fact I'm usually very bored, but it's only been two days and I know that it will pick up. The people at the theater seem awesome. The interns seem... more on that later, maybe? I haven't met them all, to be fair. I still need a job. I'm spending way too much money to not have a job yet. And the phone bill is coming up. And my weekly METRO is about done. And there's a party tonight. Gulp.

Maybe there's some love in my future? Some humorous encounters, some bigger than life adventures? Wait, who are we kidding! It's ME we're talking about. More complaints about money and life in the thee-yuh-tuh soon.