The sounds of the city
I love my new neighborhood.
My commute to Manhattan is so much faster that I get to sleep an extra 1/2 hour in the morning and I get home before midnight when I close at work. I'm six stops from Manhattan and four from the Barclays Center.
My hood never sleeps, just how NYC should be. There are produce markets on every corner, Jamaican restaurants serving jerk chicken (that I have yet to try), and a 24-hour Dunkin Donuts. There's a place called the Meat Palace with a large selection of inexpensive meat -- and I'm already the mayor on Foursquare.
Prospect Park is two blocks away, although I haven't made time to go yet. But the best thing? The subway stop is one block away. I can get there in two minutes compared to 10-15 minutes from my previous apartment.
I can hear the sounds of the city: the subway (which I actually don't mind), a piano somewhere in the building, a tennis ball being hit back and forth (there's a private tennis club outside my window), and Caribbean music. I love it.
As for my job hunt...not so much. After three interviews and three edit tests I thought I'd be crying in relief by now. Instead I was crying on the sales floor because I didn't get the job I wanted. I felt sick to my stomach. Doomed to work in retail forever. Disappointed. Why does my dream seem impossible?
Everyone keeps telling me it wasn't meant to happen. That something even better will come along. I've waited long enough but I have to wait more. I have to continue being patient and I can't stop. I won't stop. It's hard but I have to keep pushing, searching, networking, writing, and emailing.
I'll never give up.
But dammit, I wanted a new job so I could blow my first paycheck on the Phillip Lim collection at Target.
My commute to Manhattan is so much faster that I get to sleep an extra 1/2 hour in the morning and I get home before midnight when I close at work. I'm six stops from Manhattan and four from the Barclays Center.
My hood never sleeps, just how NYC should be. There are produce markets on every corner, Jamaican restaurants serving jerk chicken (that I have yet to try), and a 24-hour Dunkin Donuts. There's a place called the Meat Palace with a large selection of inexpensive meat -- and I'm already the mayor on Foursquare.
Prospect Park is two blocks away, although I haven't made time to go yet. But the best thing? The subway stop is one block away. I can get there in two minutes compared to 10-15 minutes from my previous apartment.
I can hear the sounds of the city: the subway (which I actually don't mind), a piano somewhere in the building, a tennis ball being hit back and forth (there's a private tennis club outside my window), and Caribbean music. I love it.
As for my job hunt...not so much. After three interviews and three edit tests I thought I'd be crying in relief by now. Instead I was crying on the sales floor because I didn't get the job I wanted. I felt sick to my stomach. Doomed to work in retail forever. Disappointed. Why does my dream seem impossible?
Everyone keeps telling me it wasn't meant to happen. That something even better will come along. I've waited long enough but I have to wait more. I have to continue being patient and I can't stop. I won't stop. It's hard but I have to keep pushing, searching, networking, writing, and emailing.
I'll never give up.
But dammit, I wanted a new job so I could blow my first paycheck on the Phillip Lim collection at Target.
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