Today was the day, the day my Midwest ties where officially cut and I was left out in the concrete jungle. I miss Jake and Sara like crazy they really did make this move much, much easier to deal with but I am glad I can finally start putting my nose to the grind stone.
They were gone for only an hour and already I started to feel more like a resident of NYC and not so much like a tourist. Of course I have to do something huge to commemorate this, the largest step I have ever taken. Down the street from Café Wha, I found a nice little tattoo place called “Addiction Tattoos”, at least that’s what I thought it was called. I met a really awesome guy named Austin who gave me a great deal and his brother in-law John who was really just a character.
I kind of just slipped in the fact I got a tattoo without actually saying I did just now, didn’t I? See what I did there? I’m a sneaky dude. I’ll upload a picture but the tattoo is NYC with the words “Fields of gold” arching it on the left side of my chest. Fields of gold was the song someone was playing as I was leaving central park and the title by its self really sums up how I feel about this city.
After some lunch and choking back cold medicine (thank you skiba) I went on an outing by myself for the first time in the big bad city. I took the subway to a street, I walked to another street, I took the subway back, it was a whole thing. I spent some time getting to know a couple of Jessica’s friends who I suppose are now my friends; Laura and Stephanie (hope its okay to use your names).
I am finding that there is a wonderful variant of people in this city mainly because no one is really from here. As Laura put it “This is the island of misfit toys…welcome.” Well I’ve never really felt like I fit anywhere which is why New York is perfect…it is kind of like being everywhere at once.
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