...and since i made it here i can make it anywhere

im sooooo happy right now at this exact moment. as im sitting here at approximately 1:30am listening to Pandora and sorting through my scattered life, "Empire State of Mind" comes on and I realize...

today makes six months ive been in new york!

you do not understand.

I MADE IT SIX MONTHS! I had doubts I would see month three, and here I am. Moving here has been the best decision I have ever made in my life. I have grown so much in so many ways that I almost want to say that I feel like an entirely new person.

I have had to face so many of my fears in these last few months that, at this rate, im afraid I wont have anything left to be afraid of. Everything from elevators and late night traveling to  rejection and financial distraught, I've had to 'handle' since I've been here. I have been pushed to limits I honestly didnt think I could handle. I didnt think I was strong enough, patient enough, disciplined enough to charge through some of this shit.

But I did.

Im soOOoo boss ;)





Let me recapitulate.

August
          -Move in to new digs in Brooklyn.  Bay Ridge specifically, which I later learn to be best described as "the bourgeois part" and "with all the white people" by the locals.  Keep in mind, I rent a basement apartment owned by an Asian lady and her Indian husband.  My neighborhood has 0 white people.



September
          -Starts Fall semester of online courses
          -Pound the pavement looking for job. Get fulltime job about ten days later. Hates THE SHIT out of new job.
          -Get first hair gig for three lines at Fashion Night Out fashion show held at Touch Lounge in Manhattan. Meets awesome ass designer Mary.
          -Continue interviewing feverishly for bullshit retail jobs. Had door/security man give me an intervention when I told him, "Why, yes, sir. I am NOT going up to the fifth floor to apply for this job because I have to take the elevator."  His response, "Sweetie you're in the wrong place. You're not gonna get a job anywhere in this city that doesnt involve you getting on an elevator", I later find to be too true.
          -Misses Solange DJ set that I already bought a ticket for because I was too afraid to go out alone at night.

October
          -Get hired at makeup store that I was dying to work at. So stoked
          -Get hired at store on Fifth Avenue that I was dying to work at. Ready to pee myself.
          -Start at makeup store and quit about eight work hours later.
          -Job #1 makes me want to move back to Michigan
          -Start at job #2. Stops sleeping. Get off everyday at 3am.  Back to work at 7am.
          -Have another 'elevator' accident. Asked manager if there was a job I could do where I didnt have to get on the elevator. She tells me to find a new job. I shut the hell up and get on the damn elevator already.
          -Got terrified to go home on Halloween at 3 am because of the horrible stories I heard about gang initiation rituals that take place
          -Make first friends


November
          -More photoshoots
          -Major financial catastrophe takes place
          -Family comes to see me for Thanksgiving
          -Sees and becomes even more obsessed with Nicki Minaj
          -Quits suicidal job
         

December
          -Work like an absolute maniac
          -Bestie comes to visit
          -Fails online courses. All of them. oops

January
          -Super homesick
          -Super lame bday
          -Super heavy workload/School load


February
          -Start at FIT and falls in love again with fashion and New York and everything else
          -Meets Tabatha Coffey and gets super inspired to reignite my hair career
          -Another photoshoot

          -Finally goes home to visit. Homesickness cured.
          -Makes more friends

and thats it in a nutshell I guess.