After high school I was a very confused teenager. I graduated school a year early although I walked with my class at graduation however I wasn't there for the actual school year if that makes sense. I was very to myself. I had a few close friends but I kept to myself mostly and my art. If I wasn't in the art room or mac lab during lunch I was probably either sluffing (ditching) school or listening to music in my car. After high school I was in search of who I was. If anyone tells you that between 17 and 25 its some of the hardest years its true. Prepare yourself for a lot of loss, happiness, heartache, grief, surprise and more emotions I can't even put into words.
I left a job that I had been working at for 3 years to work at a Good Will that was a pretty exciting job. Working in the back I got to see everything that came in first. If anyone tells you the Good Will is where junk goes. Well, they lied. Its full of treasures beyond measure. After working there I ended up leaving to work for a marketing company where after about a year I was offered to work in Brooklyn, New York. Greenpoint to be exact. How I miss it. I was a secretary mostly doing little jobs, typing information in on the computer. Sending emails, writing online ads, organizing, doing mail drops, getting coffee or lunch depending on the hour of the day. Mails drops were my favorite though. Walking through the autumn wind in Brooklyn to the local post office was my most favorite thing to do. It wasn't even that big of a deal. It was more being able to be outside getting to know locals that lived in the area. Enjoying the local food. Listening to music on my iPod, taking pictures of whatever caught my eye. Which was the reason I said Yes to this job opportunity. To take photos. If I could go back I would take more photos I was too caught up in work.. I would definitely take more photos.
Brooklyn in the Fall is a magical place. Its much cooler. If there is anything I am grateful for, its memories. I am grateful to make them and to be able to remember them. Living in New York was something I needed in my life. It helped me find who I am.
I lived in the City (Manhattan) so i rode the train in every morning and every evening. New York Human traffic is amazing. I'm not even kidding. My favorite thing was people watching on the subway. It made for interesting mornings. Mostly kept me awake which helped me if you weren't then you could be pic pocketed in the blink of an eye. I loved watching local growing bands and singers sing in subway stations. This is where I met and first heard of the Freelance Whales. Please look them up they deserve much more credit than they have been given.
Going to New York opened up doors that I never thought were even there. I met my husband through this opportunity. I guess you could call it fate or just by chance he ended up being on the East Coast the exact same time I was.. Whatever it was, I am grateful it was there waiting for me.
Watching off Broadway plays was something I looked forward to on the weekends or sitting at the top of my apartment building " The Atelier " watching the empire state building change colors at night. I enjoyed my walks to the community garden and reading there. Because something about living in a place where patches of grass or plants were scarce made me feel alone in a place where millions of people lived. Finding a quiet place to be in a city that never sleeps made me feel right at home. Walking Central Park on the weekend was something I enjoyed doing then walking to Serendipity afterwards to enjoy a frozen hot chocolate even if the wait was 3 hours. I always read books while I waited. I miss the people. I miss my door man. That little french man. He was really too good at making me late to work with his endless conversations of what the west coast was like.
Sunday mornings in New York... It never really felt like anything I had experienced. I was in such a strange period of my life. Drinking a cup of coffee before attending Sunday Meetings then running outside and calling for a cab might make some wonder but I suppose everyone needs to find themselves one way or another. Church never felt like church.
Every night after work was always the time I would try to do a bit of grocery shopping at the Food Emporium. Small shops were always a must unless you planned to have them delivered to you. If I finished doing work that I would take home then I would ask a friend from my building to walk with me to Juniors to go get cheesecake. How grateful I am to have these memories. On saturdays I loved going to Central Park and we would skate at the ice rink and then go get coffee afterwards. Listening to playlists and walking home at night was so relaxing I miss it so much. But one thing is certain. I am grateful for where I am in my life. I am lucky. I am young and I have a lot of life to be lived ahead of me. But the best part of all.. I am lucky enough to share that with my best friend. My story isn't over.