I’ll be doing more posts soon. adjusting to working and commuting into NYC was, as expected, not easy. I am also doing a job that is more demanding than jobs i have had in the past, which is actually good. Even on bad days commuting into NYC makes me smile. I did not expect this. i thought I’d hate it like I did when I interned at Disney in 2001.
Speaking of Disney, I miss Florida…
Anyway, I digress.
The reason I hated NYC back then? Poverty. I was too poor back then to even afford lunch. It was like going to a theme park and not being allowed to ride anything. I had to watch as everyone else had nice clothes, good food, and there I was in my cheapass clothes with my rice and can of tuna I brought from home. I became bitter quickly.
Dark days. Horrible.
Today it’s different. Hard work. Now I can buy whatever I want for lunch and, with some planning, budget out nice (even fancypants) clothing.
What a difference. Work hard. Make things better.
NYC is the best city. I love it as much as Orlando and Tampa. The truth for me is that I fit into NYC far better than New Jersey. I had been in a rut in NJ, which was making me very depressed. The jobs I had been getting were temporary jobs with no future, no training, and often abusive atmospheres.
NYC offers better pay and better opportunities. The only catch is that it is a brutal climate. Standards are high. I have had the toughest interviews of my life in NYC. The best talent comes to famous cities and NYC is one of the most famous in the world. It took me 2 years to get an opportunity in NYC. Figuring out the subway and trains is scary at first – especially since I am vision-impaired and not experienced with this type of travel.
I’m not just reading about fashion in magazines and seeing it on TV – I’m seeing it evolve in front of my face before it ever hits the media. I’m hearing many languages spoken each day and meeting new people every day. I can get any food that I want. I might see dudes in kilts on the way to work or I might see a violinist.
Art is all around us. NYC is actually misrepresented in the media. It may have been rough in the 70s, but today I find it to be one of the friendliest cities I have ever been to. It feels like an anime con in which you could get killed if you were dumb.
Everyone is talkative, helpful, and I’ve just met people on the street. It reminds me of the south but with less door-opening for other people. NYCers seem to be straightforward. They don’t play games or say what they don’t mean to please anyone. If they see you they might hold the door open for you after they go in or they might not. They are very busy and have to run.
I don’t feel like I don’t fit in anymore. In NYC no one fits in. So we all fit in. I have zero regrets making the jump to work in the city. Even with the longer hours – ZERO regrets.
I’ve changed dramatically since last month. NYC has shaken away some of the last vestiges of shyness that I had. I’m more open, talkative, friendly, and confident. Before I had been walking around with my head down as if I had imaginary armor on. I questioned myself and my sanity. I feared that this was all that life had to offer for me and actually would have fantasies about, say, jumping off a bridge or blowing my own head off. (Don’t worry-I wasn’t REALLY going to do it.) Every time I shut my eyes the misery would just manifest in random ways.
I needed a change. I felt trapped.
One challenge for me is adjusting my art schedule. More on that in a later post.
You know the Stones song that goes, “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find you get what you need?”
It’s not Florida.