Wow. It has really been a long time since I've written a blog. It would be impossible to update the three of you who read this on every little thing that has happened since last I've written, so I'm just going to name like one thing that has happened per month.
September (end of): I found an apartment!! I love it, and I love my neighborhood! I live in the Yorkville section of the Upper East Side in the 80s between 1st and 2nd Avenues. This means that I'm not super close to the subway, but I'm definitely in walking distance. Luckily, I love to take the bus, because I have the M15 bus very conveniently located nearby (even though I always miss it by seconds and have to wait 10-20 minutes for the next one). My roommate is very cool. I have an 80s celebrity living next door to me, and an amazing rooftop that I can't wait to hang out on again when it gets warmer. The downside is that it's a 5th floor walk-up; but my fat ass can use the exercise, anyway.
October: Nothing too interesting really happened this month. The weather was great, I still didn't like my job and hated my boss. I focused on the positives and enjoyed living in the city. Oh yeah, I also started going on dates. Some of the guys have been really ridiculous, and some have been nice. I'm not going to talk about dating much on this blog, though. It's none of some people's business.
November: My friend Rebecca came and visited during Thanksgiving week and we had a BLAST! We saw Rent at New World Stages (where they make THE BEST Bloody Marys), we did A LOT of eating, she did a lot of shopping, we went to The American Gangster Museum which was a huge letdown, we saw the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade live (I'll never do that again, but I'm glad I did it once), We went to B.B. Kings and saw a performance by some guys pretending to be The Rat Pack. We liked that. We did not enjoy being held over because there was a bomb threat in Times Square and everyone had to stay where they were, but whatever. I'm trying to remember what else we did, because it was great times, and we did lots of cool stuff. Anyway, it was great. I LOVE having visitors.
December: Lots happened this month. First and foremost, I got a different teaching job, this one in Manhattan. It's hard coming in during the middle of the year, especially since these kids had two teachers who just up and quit on them. However, the coworkers are great, and I feel like I'm doing the best I can. This is also the month that my New York Teaching License has been approved (initial conditional - I still have to take some tests), so I am now being paid like a teacher! Times were hard up until very recently. I was only being paid like a sub, and to top it all off, I had a lot of money garnished from my account this month for a credit card I didn't even know I owed on. I literally spent a couple of weeks eating like one small thing per day. My friend in Michigan (the same one who has Emmett) loaned me money for my rent. I don't know what I would do without my friends!
I also went home this month for Christmas. It was just five days, but I was so happy to see my family, Emmett, and some friends. Then, I went back to New York and Kimberly and Andrea spent New Year's Eve with me. We had a lot of fun. Again, I LOVE having visitors.
January: I turned another year older. Some key people forgot, but I forgive them. My best friend's little boy turned 1. I finally got to go shopping for Christmas gifts for my family, my best friend's little boy, and my other best friend's little girl. I'm so excited to give them to everyone when I go home next month.
That brings us to today. I hate Sundays. I hated them when I lived in Michigan, even though I loved both of my jobs. You can only imagine how much I hate them now that I'm at a job I cannot stand. I got up early today, trying really hard to pretend it was Saturday. I went and had a bagel, went to Duane Reade Drugs for some necessities, went to Starbucks for a mocha, and then went to C-Town, my neighborhood grocery store. I had lots of things to buy, and was thinking to myself, "I am not going to want to carry all of this stuff up four flights of stairs." When I got to the checkout, the cashier asked me if I was taking it or if I wanted it delivered. Delivered? DELIVERED?! "How much is delivery?" I asked. "Two dollars," she replied. Hot damn! That is a small price to pay for having someone else lug all your shit up four flights of stairs. So, I skipped home (ok, not really) happily because I did not have to carry all of those groceries. That, my friends, is reason #2142735736537098 why New York is the greatest city on Earth.
