It's been a helluva two weeks.
I've packed my life and moved over 1,000 miles away. Experienced an earthquake. Met CouchSurfers for free outdoor movies: Bryant Park - Dirty Harry and Central Park - El Cantante. I've gotten lost on the subway. I've gotten lost trying to find a bus stop. I've had a job interview. I've felt lonely. I've taken free tours of Midtown Manhattan, Lower Manhattan, and Greenwich Village. I've lived through another hurricane.
I've laughed. I've cried. And I've felt like all I want to do is go home. But I'm stronger than that and I know that sooner or later (fingers crossed for sooner) that I will make friends and this loneliness and boredom will all be left behind me. After all, who would want to exchange free movies, concerts, and tours to go back to the land of the tourist? I'll stick it out in Brooklyn.
I'm sure many are wondering about the hurricane. Too much hype. False panic. But I don't blame it on the residents, they don't know any better, most of them have never lived through one before. I blame it on the media and our mayor who continued to instill fear into the people, yet never tell them what they needed to do, with the exception of evacuate. Good thing it was only a very weak Category 1 or less when it made its way through NYC, or people would've come back to more than flooding damage. I was amazed that barely anyone along my street took in their garbage cans or miscellaneous items outside that could have been used as projectile missiles. But all in all it ended up being nothing but a lot of rain and wind.
Well I'm not very much in a writing mood at the moment, but I had neglected the blog for a few days and wanted to return for a short post. I'm going to upload some images from the last week, so be on the look out for them.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Perspective.
Often we can get caught up in what we don't have, what we hope for, what we want to happen. Very seldom do we take time to realize what we do have, what we have accomplished, what we are in the midst of accomplishing - big and small - and how when we think we've got it bad, somebody near or far is wishing to have what we have at this very moment and are taking for granted.
As I read [ this ] I began realizing that some people's journeys here in New York City are coming to a close, while mine is just beginning. For the past few days I have been focusing on finding a job, a permanent place to stay, and self-pity for not having any friends or family around in which to share these moments. What this person wrote, his love for the City, and sadness in having to leave, made me realize that I need to focus more on the fact that I'm HERE. After years of research and talking about it, I made it happen. I've gotten a few responses on Facebook telling me how lucky I am to live here and how they wish to one day visit the City. I take for granted that many people, much like Disney, spent years saving up to be financially able to visit this place. Even in less than a week I already take for granted that I can walk down the street and see the skyline that most people in their lifetimes will only see in photographs.
And then there's the ability to make change. The ability to assess one's circumstances and when coming to the conclusion that they wish for things to be different, take the necessary steps to make them different. Not everyone has this freedom. Some look at me like I'm crazy or whisper under their breath while shaking their heads that I have such deep feelings for people around the globe. Many, without even saying anything at all, judge me for this and inquire why I even bother to worry about something that I can't change. The reason that most of these inhumane situations go unchanged is because of that very apathetic attitude that nothing can be done. Something CAN be done. The people should not fear their government, government should fear the people. But most sit back with their luxury items and believe everything that the media tells them, when the media has ties to the government and bring us only what they want us to hear. Why are we never hearing about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict in our media? Why is the United States funding Israel to mass murder innocent Palestinian people, many including children? Foreign policy aside, take a look around at all the things that are wrong in the United States! Why are we funding wars when our people are going hungry and so many are homeless?! Why are the people that WE (supposedly) elected bickering back and forth when the entire global market is on the line and these idiots are worried about taxing the rich?! WHEN ARE WE AS A PEOPLE GOING TO GET PISSED ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING?! Or are we going to sit back and wait for this country to be occupied by military enforcement, as well? All I'm asking is to do some research. I know it appears boring, but when you learn what they are trying to do to YOUR rights, to YOUR freedoms, it becomes different. Let's not wait for it to effect us, let's do something before it does.
I did not mean for this to become politically driven, and although I could go on and on, I will stop here. I'm just really passionate about people that deserve more than what they're given while the top 20% of the population in the United States alone owns over 85% of the wealth. THAT LEAVES 15% FOR THE BOTTOM 80% OF THE U.S. (Source) The top 1% hold most of that wealth. And our elected officials are worried about taxing these people?! Are you f****** kidding me? Have each one of these assholes contribute a few million dollars and bam, balanced budget. But no, they're cutting Social Security and Medicare, because we all know it's the poor and the elderly that started this mess, and dammit, they're the ones that should pay. Anyways, I'll leave it at that, but I'm sure I'll revisit it in the near future.
World peace and equality is not going to happen in my lifetime, but I can do what I can to steer it in that direction. At times I wonder what if this is just the world's fate, if we are just destined to destroy ourselves. But I can't sit back and wait on a 'what if.' I must do my part as a human being. I'll leave you with these questions: How are we letting the minority (people who believe in war, domination, and inequality) overrule the majority (those of us that want peace, equality, and believe in basic human rights)? Money didn't always exist. There has to be a way to stop them, and it can start by soldiers refusing to carry out duties that they know are unjust and inhumane, as well as the rest of us boycotting products and businesses. Why are many turning a blind eye toward the conditions of the rest of this world? It could have been us born in another country, fighting for food and the lives of our children. Would we want the rest of the world to turn away from us or to help us by doing what they could?
As I read [ this ] I began realizing that some people's journeys here in New York City are coming to a close, while mine is just beginning. For the past few days I have been focusing on finding a job, a permanent place to stay, and self-pity for not having any friends or family around in which to share these moments. What this person wrote, his love for the City, and sadness in having to leave, made me realize that I need to focus more on the fact that I'm HERE. After years of research and talking about it, I made it happen. I've gotten a few responses on Facebook telling me how lucky I am to live here and how they wish to one day visit the City. I take for granted that many people, much like Disney, spent years saving up to be financially able to visit this place. Even in less than a week I already take for granted that I can walk down the street and see the skyline that most people in their lifetimes will only see in photographs.
And then there's the ability to make change. The ability to assess one's circumstances and when coming to the conclusion that they wish for things to be different, take the necessary steps to make them different. Not everyone has this freedom. Some look at me like I'm crazy or whisper under their breath while shaking their heads that I have such deep feelings for people around the globe. Many, without even saying anything at all, judge me for this and inquire why I even bother to worry about something that I can't change. The reason that most of these inhumane situations go unchanged is because of that very apathetic attitude that nothing can be done. Something CAN be done. The people should not fear their government, government should fear the people. But most sit back with their luxury items and believe everything that the media tells them, when the media has ties to the government and bring us only what they want us to hear. Why are we never hearing about the Israeli/Palestinian conflict in our media? Why is the United States funding Israel to mass murder innocent Palestinian people, many including children? Foreign policy aside, take a look around at all the things that are wrong in the United States! Why are we funding wars when our people are going hungry and so many are homeless?! Why are the people that WE (supposedly) elected bickering back and forth when the entire global market is on the line and these idiots are worried about taxing the rich?! WHEN ARE WE AS A PEOPLE GOING TO GET PISSED ENOUGH TO ACTUALLY DO SOMETHING?! Or are we going to sit back and wait for this country to be occupied by military enforcement, as well? All I'm asking is to do some research. I know it appears boring, but when you learn what they are trying to do to YOUR rights, to YOUR freedoms, it becomes different. Let's not wait for it to effect us, let's do something before it does.
I did not mean for this to become politically driven, and although I could go on and on, I will stop here. I'm just really passionate about people that deserve more than what they're given while the top 20% of the population in the United States alone owns over 85% of the wealth. THAT LEAVES 15% FOR THE BOTTOM 80% OF THE U.S. (Source) The top 1% hold most of that wealth. And our elected officials are worried about taxing these people?! Are you f****** kidding me? Have each one of these assholes contribute a few million dollars and bam, balanced budget. But no, they're cutting Social Security and Medicare, because we all know it's the poor and the elderly that started this mess, and dammit, they're the ones that should pay. Anyways, I'll leave it at that, but I'm sure I'll revisit it in the near future.
World peace and equality is not going to happen in my lifetime, but I can do what I can to steer it in that direction. At times I wonder what if this is just the world's fate, if we are just destined to destroy ourselves. But I can't sit back and wait on a 'what if.' I must do my part as a human being. I'll leave you with these questions: How are we letting the minority (people who believe in war, domination, and inequality) overrule the majority (those of us that want peace, equality, and believe in basic human rights)? Money didn't always exist. There has to be a way to stop them, and it can start by soldiers refusing to carry out duties that they know are unjust and inhumane, as well as the rest of us boycotting products and businesses. Why are many turning a blind eye toward the conditions of the rest of this world? It could have been us born in another country, fighting for food and the lives of our children. Would we want the rest of the world to turn away from us or to help us by doing what they could?
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Smelly Cat, Smelly Cat...
The smells. From fish to feces to fruit to pizza to garbage to laundry, they are quick to change, sending my sense of smell into overload. I cannot walk down the street without being attacked by smells and sounds. And I'm enjoying every minute of it (well, not the feces part).
So I assume I had to get really lost at some point, that's the only way to learn, right? Well it happened today. I spent an hour walking around a neighborhood looking for the bus stop that I needed to transfer to from the D train. I watched the bus that I needed go by three times, and became very frustrated when all I could find were B3 bus stops. Finally I stopped into a bank and asked and the lady pointed me in the right direction. Turns out because of the construction they moved the signs in from the sidewalk and had them hanging on steel beams, unnoticeable to the stupid tourist or recently moved to the city. So I ended up being about ten minutes late to my interview, but the lady was nice and we ended up talking about my box office experience. Their box office closes about 15 minutes after the show begins and the assistant (that would be me if I was hired) is then allowed, and encouraged, to go inside and watch the show! That way they know what's going on and have a better experience to be able to relay to the guests. And it turns out that she went to the University of South Florida (located in Tampa). So between her and the girl I'm subletting for, I'm convinced that the majority of people around here are from Central Florida! Or they're just tiny gems placed in my path to sympathize with and accommodate this Florida girl.
The campus is really nice, located at the last stop on the B1 near Brighton Beach. I could see the water and the lifeguard stands from the bus! The campus is also located near Coney Island, which I'm anxious to check out. So many places to explore and so many events that are either free or cheap, I couldn't be more excited! Well I could if I had a few friends up here. Being and feeling alone is for the birds.
But things are beginning to look up. I don't have a permanent place to stay just yet or a job, but I went and viewed an apartment on Tuesday evening, although I don't think that one is going to work out, just the vibe I got. Then the one that I viewed last night was absolutely amazing. It was located in pretty much the exact same location that I'm in right now, street-wise, but approximately 25 blocks away. It is actually a 3 BR condo and the room has its own private bathroom (yay!). The kitchen and living room are huge and the whole place looks as if it's been recently remodeled. Definitely a nice place located in Bay Ridge.
Well I'm about to get ready to head out to this event:
Brooklyn Bridge Park: SyFy Movies - Crooklyn, A Spike Lee Joint
I'm hoping to meet some CouchSurfers out there, but if they don't show up, then I'll just enjoy it by myself. I'm also hoping to be able to get a few photos, something I haven't been able to do since I've been here. 'Til next time...
So I assume I had to get really lost at some point, that's the only way to learn, right? Well it happened today. I spent an hour walking around a neighborhood looking for the bus stop that I needed to transfer to from the D train. I watched the bus that I needed go by three times, and became very frustrated when all I could find were B3 bus stops. Finally I stopped into a bank and asked and the lady pointed me in the right direction. Turns out because of the construction they moved the signs in from the sidewalk and had them hanging on steel beams, unnoticeable to the stupid tourist or recently moved to the city. So I ended up being about ten minutes late to my interview, but the lady was nice and we ended up talking about my box office experience. Their box office closes about 15 minutes after the show begins and the assistant (that would be me if I was hired) is then allowed, and encouraged, to go inside and watch the show! That way they know what's going on and have a better experience to be able to relay to the guests. And it turns out that she went to the University of South Florida (located in Tampa). So between her and the girl I'm subletting for, I'm convinced that the majority of people around here are from Central Florida! Or they're just tiny gems placed in my path to sympathize with and accommodate this Florida girl.
The campus is really nice, located at the last stop on the B1 near Brighton Beach. I could see the water and the lifeguard stands from the bus! The campus is also located near Coney Island, which I'm anxious to check out. So many places to explore and so many events that are either free or cheap, I couldn't be more excited! Well I could if I had a few friends up here. Being and feeling alone is for the birds.
But things are beginning to look up. I don't have a permanent place to stay just yet or a job, but I went and viewed an apartment on Tuesday evening, although I don't think that one is going to work out, just the vibe I got. Then the one that I viewed last night was absolutely amazing. It was located in pretty much the exact same location that I'm in right now, street-wise, but approximately 25 blocks away. It is actually a 3 BR condo and the room has its own private bathroom (yay!). The kitchen and living room are huge and the whole place looks as if it's been recently remodeled. Definitely a nice place located in Bay Ridge.
Well I'm about to get ready to head out to this event:
Brooklyn Bridge Park: SyFy Movies - Crooklyn, A Spike Lee Joint
I'm hoping to meet some CouchSurfers out there, but if they don't show up, then I'll just enjoy it by myself. I'm also hoping to be able to get a few photos, something I haven't been able to do since I've been here. 'Til next time...
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Me? Afraid to Explore? Pssshh. Okay, Maybe.
I finally did it. I bought a train ticket and I moved 1,500 miles away to Brooklyn, New York.
A friend of mine suggested that I keep a blog on my first two weeks here (shout out to Ryan!), so it begins - my thoughts, feelings, accomplishments, rejections, regrets, everything for you all to read about, and perhaps live vicariously through.
I don't remember what day it was, but it was just another typical day at work in the box office. Bored and illegally surfing the internet (due to Disney policy), I continued my daily check for train prices to New York. Prices had been averaging $140-180, but on this day I found a ticket from DeLand, Florida to New York Penn Station on Sunday, August 14th, for $125, $112.50 with a AAA discount. Hmm, should I think about it and perhaps change my mind or risk missing the deal? I gave it a few hours thought and then purchased the ticket and quickly began doing other things to keep my mind off of it. Had I just made a mistake? Or the best choice of my life? I figured my parents would initially think the former.
So days passed by and I began making preparations of places to stay, addicted to checking Craigslist or CouchSurfing or any other website that offered sublets. And then I had to tell my parents. My Mom knew something was up, so I ended up telling her before my Dad. She wasn't too happy. My Dad responded with, "Yeah, right," but kept his cool afterward. The flipped responses from the two of them threw me off, I wasn't used to it happening that way and didn't know how to react.
I then started cleaning out and rearranging my storage facility and packing my belongings and repacking them to get them to fit into the luggage that I was bringing. Note to self: Next time just consider buying a whole new wardrobe, it'll be easier.
The time eventually came to leave for the train station and I started feeling very sad and unsure of the decision that I had made. I love my friends, but the hardest decision that I've ever had to make was to leave my parents after 27 years and watch the look on their faces as they choked back tears and I did the same. I'm glad that the good-bye at the train station was abrupt because I almost lost it on the way to my seat. I looked out the window and said good-bye to my parents and friends Kim and Koree, not knowing when I'll get to see them again. I don't even know how people made the choice to leave each other before phones, the internet, and Skype.
I settled in my seat for a long 25 hour train ride and wrote in my Nat Geo Expedition Journal before discovering, to my excitement, that I had outlets next to my seat! I was able to use my laptop after all and listened to my iTunes and texting with Kim before fading into sleep. It took until 3 a.m. before I got comfortable and slept solid until around 6 a.m. A little while later we arrived in Raleigh, NC and I gained a seatmate from there til Philly.
For the majority of the ride I was fine. Just laid back and slept or edited photos, or went to the dining car for food. But when we pulled into Newark, New Jersey, my stomach started to tie itself in knots and panic began. How would I get all of this luggage and a box (that they had to ship some of my stuff in to make weight) out to hail a taxi? Wait, I've never hailed a taxi before, are there rules? What if the driver takes me all around the City before taking me to Brooklyn and the cost is extraordinary? I'd never know which is the quickest route. What if I get there and they don't answer their phone? What if this was a scam and now I'm 1,500 miles away from home with five pieces of luggage and nowhere to go?
Breathe.
I kept telling myself that, but all of it was too overwhelming. I received all my luggage and stood there for about 20 minutes for one of the men to come back and take my stuff out with a dolly, but no one came back. Finally I was able to flag one of them down and he brought it all up. As I walked out of Penn Station all of the lights and massive buildings were amazing. This is what I'd been dreaming of. He grabbed a taxi for me and loaded my belongings into the trunk and I got into the back of the cab. Okay, that's done. I gave the driver the address and he proceeded away from Penn Station and eventually over the Brooklyn Bridge. When we turned on the street of the apartment I called Vicky to ask her to meet me downstairs. Only the number I had for her said that it could not be completed as dialed and to hang up and try again. Uh-oh. So I tried again. Same thing. Tried adding a 1 in the front. Same thing. So by this time my stuff is on the sidewalk and I've paid the driver and he's pulled away. I call Diana. Rings twice and goes to voicemail. Try it again, same thing. And this is where I was on the brink of cardiac arrest. Okay, so perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it was difficult to breathe. It's dark, I'm standing with five large pieces of luggage, and I'm panicked. I ask the ladies sitting outside the apartment building if they knew Vicky or Diana and they politely told me that they didn't speak English. Spanish, I could have inquired again, but unfortunately I don't know a single word in Chinese =/ But they kindly asked their friend to come out and she spoke English. I asked her and she said no, she didn't know them, but she could ring the doorbell. A minute later a girl comes down the stairs and I ask if she is Vicky. She says no, she's Krystel and I finally learned how to breathe again. I've spoken with her via email and she is the 3rd roommate. So she is kind enough to help me take my stuff upstairs (I can only imagine what was going through her head, I would have had some choice thoughts myself if it would have been reversed). I settled in, called my parents, texted my friends and fell asleep. Turns out Vicky was close by and expecting my call, and I'm assuming Diana gave me the wrong number, as I checked it today. But all's well that ends well.
I woke up this morning and it was very quiet, something that threw me off, as I was expecting loud noises outside 24/7, but that's not the case. I organized some of my stuff and then took a shower and headed out to go grocery shopping. There are so many Asian markets and food places in these few blocks, and I'm anxious to learn a bit of Chinese =] Some foods are about the same price, others are more expensive, and others are cheaper. I bought the healthy bread that I usually get for only $2.50 (it was on special, though), where in Orlando it was over $4. However a big box of cereal cost me $6.50. The supermarket that is located around the corner a couple blocks is called C-Town. Small, but seems to have all the essentials.
And now comes the part that I'm not used to, and I don't feel like me right now. I've always been one to explore, even by myself, but I am having the most difficult time leaving the safe haven of this apartment and going out and exploring. I wish I knew more people up here, but friends will come with time. The two roommates are busy with school, so I don't want to bother them. It's not that I don't feel safe in this neighborhood, I don't know what it is. But I need to realize that today is the first day and to take things one step at a time. I'm going to make myself get up now and head out to get a metro card as well as find the apartment that I'll be visiting tonight that potentially may be where I'll be living after this. It's only about 20 minutes away, so I want to make sure that I can get there quickly later on. Until tomorrow, peace and blessings, peace and blessings <3
A friend of mine suggested that I keep a blog on my first two weeks here (shout out to Ryan!), so it begins - my thoughts, feelings, accomplishments, rejections, regrets, everything for you all to read about, and perhaps live vicariously through.
I don't remember what day it was, but it was just another typical day at work in the box office. Bored and illegally surfing the internet (due to Disney policy), I continued my daily check for train prices to New York. Prices had been averaging $140-180, but on this day I found a ticket from DeLand, Florida to New York Penn Station on Sunday, August 14th, for $125, $112.50 with a AAA discount. Hmm, should I think about it and perhaps change my mind or risk missing the deal? I gave it a few hours thought and then purchased the ticket and quickly began doing other things to keep my mind off of it. Had I just made a mistake? Or the best choice of my life? I figured my parents would initially think the former.
So days passed by and I began making preparations of places to stay, addicted to checking Craigslist or CouchSurfing or any other website that offered sublets. And then I had to tell my parents. My Mom knew something was up, so I ended up telling her before my Dad. She wasn't too happy. My Dad responded with, "Yeah, right," but kept his cool afterward. The flipped responses from the two of them threw me off, I wasn't used to it happening that way and didn't know how to react.
I then started cleaning out and rearranging my storage facility and packing my belongings and repacking them to get them to fit into the luggage that I was bringing. Note to self: Next time just consider buying a whole new wardrobe, it'll be easier.
The time eventually came to leave for the train station and I started feeling very sad and unsure of the decision that I had made. I love my friends, but the hardest decision that I've ever had to make was to leave my parents after 27 years and watch the look on their faces as they choked back tears and I did the same. I'm glad that the good-bye at the train station was abrupt because I almost lost it on the way to my seat. I looked out the window and said good-bye to my parents and friends Kim and Koree, not knowing when I'll get to see them again. I don't even know how people made the choice to leave each other before phones, the internet, and Skype.
I settled in my seat for a long 25 hour train ride and wrote in my Nat Geo Expedition Journal before discovering, to my excitement, that I had outlets next to my seat! I was able to use my laptop after all and listened to my iTunes and texting with Kim before fading into sleep. It took until 3 a.m. before I got comfortable and slept solid until around 6 a.m. A little while later we arrived in Raleigh, NC and I gained a seatmate from there til Philly.
For the majority of the ride I was fine. Just laid back and slept or edited photos, or went to the dining car for food. But when we pulled into Newark, New Jersey, my stomach started to tie itself in knots and panic began. How would I get all of this luggage and a box (that they had to ship some of my stuff in to make weight) out to hail a taxi? Wait, I've never hailed a taxi before, are there rules? What if the driver takes me all around the City before taking me to Brooklyn and the cost is extraordinary? I'd never know which is the quickest route. What if I get there and they don't answer their phone? What if this was a scam and now I'm 1,500 miles away from home with five pieces of luggage and nowhere to go?
Breathe.
I kept telling myself that, but all of it was too overwhelming. I received all my luggage and stood there for about 20 minutes for one of the men to come back and take my stuff out with a dolly, but no one came back. Finally I was able to flag one of them down and he brought it all up. As I walked out of Penn Station all of the lights and massive buildings were amazing. This is what I'd been dreaming of. He grabbed a taxi for me and loaded my belongings into the trunk and I got into the back of the cab. Okay, that's done. I gave the driver the address and he proceeded away from Penn Station and eventually over the Brooklyn Bridge. When we turned on the street of the apartment I called Vicky to ask her to meet me downstairs. Only the number I had for her said that it could not be completed as dialed and to hang up and try again. Uh-oh. So I tried again. Same thing. Tried adding a 1 in the front. Same thing. So by this time my stuff is on the sidewalk and I've paid the driver and he's pulled away. I call Diana. Rings twice and goes to voicemail. Try it again, same thing. And this is where I was on the brink of cardiac arrest. Okay, so perhaps that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it was difficult to breathe. It's dark, I'm standing with five large pieces of luggage, and I'm panicked. I ask the ladies sitting outside the apartment building if they knew Vicky or Diana and they politely told me that they didn't speak English. Spanish, I could have inquired again, but unfortunately I don't know a single word in Chinese =/ But they kindly asked their friend to come out and she spoke English. I asked her and she said no, she didn't know them, but she could ring the doorbell. A minute later a girl comes down the stairs and I ask if she is Vicky. She says no, she's Krystel and I finally learned how to breathe again. I've spoken with her via email and she is the 3rd roommate. So she is kind enough to help me take my stuff upstairs (I can only imagine what was going through her head, I would have had some choice thoughts myself if it would have been reversed). I settled in, called my parents, texted my friends and fell asleep. Turns out Vicky was close by and expecting my call, and I'm assuming Diana gave me the wrong number, as I checked it today. But all's well that ends well.
I woke up this morning and it was very quiet, something that threw me off, as I was expecting loud noises outside 24/7, but that's not the case. I organized some of my stuff and then took a shower and headed out to go grocery shopping. There are so many Asian markets and food places in these few blocks, and I'm anxious to learn a bit of Chinese =] Some foods are about the same price, others are more expensive, and others are cheaper. I bought the healthy bread that I usually get for only $2.50 (it was on special, though), where in Orlando it was over $4. However a big box of cereal cost me $6.50. The supermarket that is located around the corner a couple blocks is called C-Town. Small, but seems to have all the essentials.
And now comes the part that I'm not used to, and I don't feel like me right now. I've always been one to explore, even by myself, but I am having the most difficult time leaving the safe haven of this apartment and going out and exploring. I wish I knew more people up here, but friends will come with time. The two roommates are busy with school, so I don't want to bother them. It's not that I don't feel safe in this neighborhood, I don't know what it is. But I need to realize that today is the first day and to take things one step at a time. I'm going to make myself get up now and head out to get a metro card as well as find the apartment that I'll be visiting tonight that potentially may be where I'll be living after this. It's only about 20 minutes away, so I want to make sure that I can get there quickly later on. Until tomorrow, peace and blessings, peace and blessings <3
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