Day 13 (8/27/2016)
Ahh, the end of a long day. The city is hot but the breeze
is cooling. I had to rearrange my room in order to sleep in front of the
window. I don’t know why but even when I was little I always wanted to have the
head of my bed at a window. I wanted to have the curtains opening around me as
I woke up to the sight of blue sky and welcoming sunshine. Funny thing is when
I finally moved the head of my bed to a window I mostly left my curtain closed and
being that winter rules 9 months of Oregon, I rarely woke up to anything that
wasn’t grey.
However, that’s not why I moved my bed this time. I moved it
because it’s freaking hot here and the breeze is the one break in a day. It
only cools off to about 75 at night here for the most part. I’ve said it before
and I’ll say it again: I’m so ready for fall.
Emily nor I are very sappy or overly emotional people but we
walked out of the theater with a physically heavy feeling in our chest. So we
had to wash it down with breakfast… for dinner… at 9pm. I had waffles with
whipped cream and strawberries. It was amazing: the outside of the waffles were
perfectly crispy and the insides were fluffed to perfection. Also, the whipped
cream and strawberries didn’t come on top, but on the side. Meaning I had a
pile of perfectly sweet whipped cream on my plate; let’s just say I ate good
that night.
Last night we saw Suicide Squad and had ice cream before. We
went to a place called “Davey’s Ice Cream” (located on Bedford Avenue in
Williamsburg). I have cookies and cream in a waffle cone. It was pretty good.
The ice cream was perfectly soft, however it was not as good as Salt&Straw
and Emily says it wasn’t the best New York ice cream she’s had.
The last couple days, Emily and I have gone shopping a bit;
thrift shopping that is. We’re both very much into saving our money and only
spending large quantities on important things like rent, a bed, plane tickets…
and that’s about it.
It’s funny. My thoughts whilst being here. Some days I love
it and can’t imagine being anywhere else but on other days I’m ready to hop on
a plane and go home. I still call Oregon home. New York as home hasn’t set in
yet. I try to fill my days with visiting new places and applying for more jobs.
It helps to have my time filled. I can either think about what’s going to
happen or I can participate in what’s happening.
One of the main thoughts that amazes me daily is, “Frank
Sinatra walked these streets”. I’m able to walk in the same areas that Frank
Sinatra did. That’s so exhilarating. It’s a hard feeling to describe. I can’t
describe why I have such a liking for the 1950’s and Frank Sinatra, but I do. I
love that I have a piece of my grandma and thus my pops with me constantly. I
like that I see qualities of my grandma within myself and I like that I can
listen to Frank Sinatra the way people had for over 70 years before me. It’s fascinating.
But I suppose that’s what New York can do.
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