This week involved normal New York things.   Like carpools to Target with this little lady and her family.  (Who claims, “This is how mommy wears glasses.”


A trip to the ocean.


4 interviews, 1 of which involving a walk down this sunny street in Brooklyn.


And evening DUMBO walks.


They say that it takes 7 years to become a ‘true’ NewYorker.  Well.  As of this week, I’ve officially been living in New York for 2 years.  I guess that makes me NewYorkish.  Or perhaps we could say I’ve reached an ‘intermediate’ level of newyorkerness?  I don’t know how the 7 year mark was decided but I will say that there are still things about New York that I don’t know.  Like, I can’t really figure out the defining lines between Greenwich Village and East Village and West Village and SoHo and Alphabet City.  And I’m not sure if each of these areas is considered to be part of “The Village” or if this village place has it’s own separate identity entirely.

I also have a hard time knowing when it’s okay to talk to strangers.  As a rule, I don’t.  Which may, in fact, be very “New Yorker” of me.  But, I think there needs to be a balance.  If someone asks for help, when is it okay to give it?  When people are friendly?  When people ask questions? When people are a little bit weird?  How weird do you have to be for it to be okay for me not to want to talk to you?  And, is weirdness an excuse or a legitimate reason to avoid others?  As a whole, I follow my instincts.  And it’s worked out pretty well.. I think.  But as of late, I’ve wondered if I’m ever wrong.  And, if so, how would I know?

That said, my favorite thing about being NewYorkish has been the transition from full-time student to getting my first ‘real’ job.  I’ve decided that you know you’re a grown up when… you’re excited to get a job.

But I have to be honest.  It has not been easy.  Unemployment is rough.  It makes me easily anxious, insecure, and, as a whole, limited.  I realized that I must really be effecting me because I had started to count Metrocard swipes and lived in fear of wasting them.  This was new.  I actually didn’t make plans with people because I didn’t want to spend the money on food and transportation to see them.  Which, is pretty low for me as I NEED to be with people daily.

So, that was a good perspective to have.  It’s not a perspective I like to live in.  But it makes me very grateful for the employment that I have now found.  I suppose I should say this lightly as I haven’t actually signed my contract yet.  But.  The supervisor said the words (and I quote), “You have a job.”  So.  I’m taking that in faith.

So, here’s to something new.  And to another year of growing into my city and into my life.

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