I must admit, despite her lack of ethnic characters I got a smooth kick out of Lena Dunham’s GIRLS. (At least until the middle of the second season :/). I think that anybody in their early to mid- twenties especially if you’re living in a crazy town like NYC feels lost and confused most days. Hell, one of the main reasons why I went straight to grad school from undergrad was because I couldn’t bare the thought of sitting in a cubicle for forty hours a week -__ – (plus I made a solemn vow to my cousins to stay off the pole LMAO). Also this intro salary shit wasn’t cutting it for me. I mean first there is this foolish ass NYC rent and then this inflated ass monthly metro card!!! I can barely afford to visit my beloved Trader Joes and download trash twice a week on my Kindle!! Can I get some new shoes/clothes once in a while? Well anyways I wasn’t here for working like a dog for $30,000/year in NYC (Yes I think I’m special. Yes, I will probably be thrilled to accept that salary in the coming weeks). But anyway, nothing is perfect but I’m quite pleased with the life that I’ve built for myself. I arrived in NYC alone almost five years ago with two huge suitcases and a dorm assignment. (I’m not saying I did it all on my own, but damn sure no one held my hand). So now, I’m in my own little apartment, in a whole different neighborhood and I’ve figured out through trial and error how to take care of myself. I’m still figuring it out and I’ll admit that some days are more tragic than others. But I think I’ve done a pretty good job. Let’s review shall we 🙂
There was the time I got sick at the UPS store and vomited in the trash can because I decided it would be wise to begin taking One-A-Day Women’s Multivitamins. (humiliating). A few months ago, I attempted to change a light bulb in my room and I broke my bed. (I never put it together properly in the first place. I was alone when IKEA delivered it and after 12 hours and crying to my daddy I put the steal beam thru the center and decided it was good enough). Or there was the time when the really dope guy I meet at Apple (he worked there) turned out to be a male escort. Or the time I thought I could date a guy who was shorter than me (I ‘m 5’ 3”) and who I outweighed by 30 lbs. There was also that one time when I went out with my girlfriends and the stamp that I got at the bar door didn’t show up and the bartender wouldn’t serve me. (chocolate girl problems).
Once I saw Chris Noth (Mr. Big from Sex and the City) getting burgers and instead of being a normal human being I yelled Mr. BIG!!!!! ( I don’t deserve compassion). I think I’ve previously mentioned the time I fell on the treadmill at the gym and no one helped me. That one time when I got fired three weeks before the end of college from being an RA. Or that time when I got all my electronics stolen by I guy I had been seeing. Or that one time during Hurricane Sandy when I was the only one who had power and three people came to stay with me (in my studio apartment). Or that tragic time when I went to visit my auntie and uncle and the bus broke down in Baltimore (I had just finished The Wire).
That awkward time when I scratched one of my vital lady parts (no details shall be given). I nearly got frost bite from waiting on ice at Rockefeller Center for Mariah Carey with my BFF (I left after two hours without seeing her, no one but Jesus himself is worth that wait). Or that time the old man (who has possibly born during Reconstruction) who pretends to be a doorman in my building (he sits on a lawn chair in our lobby) molested my boob.
These are just a few of the many bluders that I’ve had since moving to NYC and I’m sure that I will have many more. When I get my Master’s in February, there won’t be a reason for me to stay in the city any longer. I’m hoping that by then I have some epic job or reason to stay but if not; New York I love you. You’ve forever changed me 🙂
xoxoxox Chocolate Girl In the City xoxoxoxo