I made it happen. packed my life into suitcases, hopped on a plane, and arrived in west village, manhattan. I love the smell of the city — the petrol, the dampness, the voices echoing in the streets. I keep telling myself that it's not going to be easy. I'm bracing for the loneliness. and I know that will hit. and yet, as I sat in the taxi from JFK to this apartment, I couldn't help but marvel again at how easy it was. I bought a plane ticket and now I live in new york. in another universe, I moved to nyc right after graduation. in this one, I'm as untethered as a 22-year-old new grad, but have a lot more money and life experience. new grad me would have tried to wrangle her suitcases onto the subway and taken public transit from the airport. almost 30-year-old me gave navigation directions to the taxi driver without a wink of self consciousness at the miscommunication, and then tipped 20% for a $100 car ride. and now I'm here!! I'm here to make sense of myself,...
quick, jot down some thoughts before bed! it's been two weeks in the nyc office, which is not long, and socially it hasn't been great. I feel like a wuss. but I also know this is just part of the process of being new and being a singleton without a team. it's going to take extra effort on my part to get integrated. I knew that coming in, but I'm just also really feeling the difficulty right now. the first two in-office days (mondays 6/16 and 6/23) I ate lunch with others, but the rest of the days I've been skipping lunch because no one came to invite me (as atul did on 6/16) and I also couldn't muster up the social willpower/courage/battery to invite myself to lunch (as I did on 6/23). and it's okay!! well, ok I actually believe in the power of streaks. so I would rather not continue the streak of skipping lunch. it's better for every in-office day to be successful, and if it's not going to be successful day, I might as well not go in. failure begets...
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