I am still in awe over living here. Yesterday morning, waking up at Anthony’s, getting into the cab and coming up back into midtown, I thought, this never gets old, this city. Still, I can’t believe that brunches in Soho will be the norm and dates with men seem as new as the acquaintances, except when the acquaintance immediately feels familiar. With a couple of month’s rent in the bank, job searching seems an excuse to scour the city. Maybe it’s that the true meaning of things (what meaning? what things?) is veiled beneath my awe.
I live in New York City.
I don’t miss home, Savannah. There is much for me to be concerned about: finding a job, making new friends in addition to my old ones, figuring things out, winter clothes but it all feels like an adventure.
I have so much to update on.