A couple weeks ago, Quyn and Dave told me I need to make more friends. It’s not really awesome to hear your friends tell you to make new friends, but (I think) they meant well. Their argument was that everyone hates the first year they live somewhere. After you start making good friends, it’s easier to fall in love with your new city. For the record, I don’t hate New York. I love it even when I’m mad at it. (Jon, feel free to disregard that “I hate New York!” text I sent you last week.)
Since my friend Jen is moving away soon, I decided I should probably take Quyn and Dave’s advice and meet some new people. I have plenty of friends at work, and our group enjoys food truck runs and even hanging out outside of work. That’s a good start, but it’s time to meet people I don’t work with.
So when Adam texted and asked if I wanted to go to the New York Chocolate Show with him and some friends, I said yes. We didn’t take too long at the show, so we all went to Barnes and Noble then out for Champagne. Adam had to leave while the rest of us were still sipping Champagne, so I stayed and hung out with his friends.
Jen invited me to Thanksgiving at her friends’ place. I didn’t know them, but I eagerly accepted. I had a great evening with new people.
Continuing my accept-all-invitations spree, I am going for happy hour with my fellow boot campers this coming Friday. On Saturday, I’m joining a meetup group for ice skating. Next week, I’m going with another meetup group to the Frick, a museum I’ve been wanting to visit.
So see, Quyn and Dave! I don’t need you*!
*I’m just kidding. I do!