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packed up my life and moved it to the biggest city in the world.
had a couple panic attacks.
made the kind of friends that will babysit my kids someday.
stayed awake more nights than I slept.
got my heart broken for the first time.
told myself I’d never love again.
fell in love anyways.
drunkenly threw up on my roommate and told my friend she moved like a piece of garlic bread.
painted a ton of flowers
took off my clothes and swam in a hot tub in the middle of a club overlooking the city.
did my own laundry.
figured out which subway goes where.
realized how superficial the city is.
and how to stay grounded regardless.
got lost in St. Marks and ended up on a then-stranger’s rooftop, drinking coronas and dancing to Usher
ate a shit ton of $1 pizza.
drank a shit ton of champagne.
roamed around an abandoned Coney Island.
got really good at a french accent.
didn’t continue singing as much as I wish I would have.
smoked blunts at Chelsea Piers.
studied for a midterm in Central Park.
volunteered at NY Fashion Week.
saw a few celebrities here and there.
learned the value of a dollar (the hard way).
went to art school.
hated it at first, until it became home.
was on my own for the first time in my life and lived to tell about it.

One down, three more to go. Happy Summer everyone. Gonna miss all your bitchasses.

Bored broke and empty