Inhale in. Exhale out. And repeat.
What a crazy day! I flew through the night to get here. I was squished between two larger men on the first flight, which made sleeping sitting up on an airplane even more challenging. The second flight was empty – apparently Minneapolis is the place to go, no one’s going to New York – so I was able to catch a few more Zzzs.
I grabbed a cab at the airport and found my new home easily. One roomie was here to let me in. He showed me my bedroom, which is totally good. Bigger than I would have thought. Nice closet and lots of storage. The previous occupant left behind stuff – suitcases, a college diploma, artwork, a box of random items under the bed. I took my time unpacking my two suitcases. I was hungry and tired, but tired won out. I found my sheets, made the bed and crawled in for two delicious hours. I woke up to the sounds of texts from loving friends on the West Coast sweetly checking in. I slowly woke up and wondered WTF I’m going to do the rest of the week. I had another moment of why did I move here? But I took some deep breaths. Reminded myself that I’m fine and lucky to be here. I found some things for a shower, which felt amazing – once the water warmed up. Apparently that takes some time here.
Then I ventured down 9th Avenue in search of groceries when my friend Quyn called. She was also headed out for groceries, so she met me near the produce market. Then we walked down to her favorite butcher. We went back to her place to put her meat in the fridge, and settled in her cozy chairs with some chai, and some chatting. It was nice to have a girlfriend to talk to. Then we headed out for a Greek dinner.
I was eager to meet the second roommate, but ducked into a drug store along the way for shampoo, toothpaste and the like. I stuck my key in the outside door, but it didn’t work. Weird, I thought pulling it out of the lock. It was bent funny. I straightened it on the brick wall to my right, and tried it again. The thing broke right in the door! Damn. I reached outside and hit the button for my unit. Luckily the roommate was home and buzzed me in. I showed him what was left of the key and asked who to call. As I was making my way down the six flights of stairs with a multipurpose tool in hand (thanks, Mom!) a guy on his way up asked if I was Candace. Awesome way to meet my new roommate, after he got locked out because someone’s key was stuck in the door! He was nice about it and got me a replacement and called the super.
We chatted for a few before I went to my room to settle in. My friend Courtney sent a couple texts, so I called her. It was nice to hear a comforting voice in my ear.
As a girl prone to anxiety, I think I’m handling this whole move well. It’s hard. I miss my friends and family and would love nothing more than to share this apartment with friends, but I’ve gotta roll with what I was given, and that’s an amazing city at my doorstep. A good job and an opportunity to take classes at New York University. Maybe I only have one friend in the city right now. But it’s a start. And I’m leaving myself open to anything that happens.
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