People warned me this would happen. Chills. Fever. Night terrors. Well, maybe not all that, but living in New York is hard.
It’s not just New York though. It’s the “New” in New York. Not knowing people. (And not really getting to know them either because I work in an office with two other people.) Not knowing where to go for things I need. (Case in point, I spent a bunch of time this morning fruitlessly searching for a Fed Ex, which I never did find…) And not knowing where to go for things I want. (The game and a beer. That’s not so much to ask.)
It’s culture shock. Exacerbated by having moved on a shoestring to one of the most expensive cities in the US, into a job that pays a starting arts salary. The cards are stacked against me.
Make friends. Get out of the house and explore. Go for runs to keep the good juices flowing. The cure is as simple as it’s ever been, in any new city and any new job. And maybe that’s why it feels like such a daunting tas to undertake. When the answer is mysterious it’s easier to write off why you can’t carry an action through. But when it’s so well documented and you still run into the same troubles, inot succeeding to cure yourself is even more frustrating.
Hang in there, baby. I dig that you are running just about every day (from what I can see from your Tweets). I have no magic cure for you except to note that you seem to make friends wherever you go. Starting with friends of friends to find those people is OK…I miss you!
LT xo