“The city never sleeps better slip you an Ambien.”
Jay-Z clearly never moved to New York. I thought this was true, but I have been catching more Z's than ever before.
Yes, you read that right - I MOVED TO NEW YORK. It's been about two weeks, so branding myself a New Yorker might be a little much. However, I gave my best Carrie Bradshaw strutting down the streets of Manhattan. Complete with a bus splashing me out of my day dream.
Oh, this city.
Leaving home is tough. Why can't we make our dreams come true on our own couch? Specifically the couch that our parents bought, in the house that they pay for, and the food that they buy. Wouldn't that be nice?
Two weeks in, and no I'm not a New Yorker. I'm still walking slow and getting dirty looks. I got swindled into giving $20 a month to endangered tigers in some country far away. I got off the subway and probably walked a mile before I realized I was going the wrong way. However, I did swipe someone into the subway while I was leaving. It's a thing New Yorkers do. Well, the nice ones who already paid their $121 subway pass for the month. And just today a homeless man lit a cigarette next to me on the subway. INSIDE the car!
Ah, New York. They say one bad apple ruins a bunch. So, I decided to find the biggest and baddest one of them all. I'm not exactly Tarzan, but I'm learning to swing from my own vine here in the Concrete Jungle.