This weekend marks my one-month anniversary with New York City. So far I’ve managed to catch the wrong train only a handful of times (and hop the turnstile only once); explore several Manhattan and Brooklyn neighborhoods; snag a job @ the restaurant/bar/venue that apparently launched Regina Spektor’s career (come say heyyyyy!); and find the best slice of pizza less than a mile away from my apt.
I love the energy and pace of this city and I’m grateful to have a space and community that lets me breathe and regroup when it all gets to a boiling point. Speaking of which, super stoked for a genuine autumn season and ready to layer again. I’ve also applied to a couple internships (some paid, others not) and hoping to combine restaurant-serving with creative work.
Other new(ish) things besides moving:
- cooking’ up projects that are probably too big to tackle publicly anytime soon, but they’ll marinate anyway
- corralling poems I don’t want to touch anymore and sending them off into the fall/winter publishing season deliberation abyss
- obsessing over newly found visual/performative artists and concocting Big Ideas To Someday See Through (see #1) Current obsession: Ed Atkins —> watch Depression and fall head over heels for his work
Currently listening to: Blonde / Frank Ocean (because who isn’t???)
Cheers to keeping fingers crossed on internship decisions and making rent for the rest of 2016 <3 <3