On the wall in my room, next to the pictures of friends and family, 9 yellow metro card are hanging symbolizing 9 months of my life in New York City. During these 9 months I changed apartments twice, almost quit my job, got drunk more times than I've ever did in my life, worked more then I've ever did in my life, took the A train more times then I can count, dated only one guy(very not New York of me) and I think felt in love wit one but not the one I dated, had a serious mental breakdown, met many fantastic people, celebrated my birthday and saw some of the best concerts including Thom Yorke, Massive Attack, and Groove Armada. I even run into Dave Gahan of Depeche Mode on the street. New York City has been testing me big time but it turns out I can make it here. Yes, I've had some bad fucking days but then I've had amazing once too.
I feel like I've been living in this city forever but yet I always discover something new and exciting. It has certainly been a bumpy road. It has been quite a trip and it is not over yet, I think it has just begun. And despite all of my bitching I am very greatful to be here.
I analyze and revalue things on daily basis (yeah NYC does it to me) and I know that there are a lot of things that I need to change in my life. So I am trying to figure things out and I know that I will... To many beautiful months in great NYC