Adios Denver... Hola New York!!
Sunday, November 14, 2010 - Posted by Intellectual Elegance at 5:27 PM
I feel that I am on my truth seeking mission and although it is very difficult for me to leave my family and friends, I feel that it is something I must do. I cried again on the airplane right as we were about to land because I was listening to a really sad song. Which of course I must insert for you to listen. I was staring down at the rolling hills of green and lakes and rivers, and I started thinking about Pocohontas. Weird right? But I was thinking that I was somewhere over in the east coast (and of course that is where Pocohontas lived based on that disney cartoon documentary) and I got sad that I was so far from home. And then the mixture of that sadness and the song made me teary eyed and I cried again. I missed my home already, and that made me sad.
I spent my birthday eating a crepe and some hot chocolate with the hubs (aka husband) and then we came back to our friends apartment and went straight to sleep. Yup, that's right, I didn't go out for my birthday, I slept my face off. I was so tired and I think my body was begging me to go to bed. So I did. I also realized last night that I don't have to go on an olympic sprint to eat everything I see. I usually do because I am just visiting and I have to eat everything in sight, but last night I reminded myself to chill out, because I live here now. How weird is that? I reminded myself to relax and to wait for my hotdogs or that delicious shishkabob cart, because I will see them everyday.
Today was a good day of exploration and I didn't get sad. It will probably be an up and down couple of weeks, but my priority right now is to find a place and get settled in. I need a bed. I am sleeping on a twin size bed in my homies living room. The last time we slept on a twin was in college, and it was much easier then compared to now. Oh and I also embarrassed myself royally in front of a good crowd today! I was looking at my phone and didn't see a giant curb as we crossed the street. I kicked the curb so hard that it made a loud "bang" sound then I flew forward and landed on a poor guy. Landed is such a kind word, I shoved this guy SO hard, that he must have thought it was a pick pocketing gone bad. He looked at me like he wanted to fight me then said, "oh my god, are you ok?" I squeeked that I was, then huddled into the hubs arms as he laughed out loud at the hilarity of the scene. Oh, and I learned it's not a good idea to walk around all day in cowboy boots and a skirt. NYC 1, Jazmin 0.
:)