Greeting from NYC! I’ve almost been here a full week now and not much has changed from leaving two years ago, except I can legally drink beers and I don’t have to sign into a dorm every time I go home. Here’s a little overview of how things are going here:
I started my internship this week and well, let’s just say it’s going to take a little time to get used to. I’m working in the shopping/style section of the mag, so my job is half fashion internship half editorial internship. I’m just hoping by the end it’s the editorial that wins out. I work some pretty long hours, usually about 10:30 a.m. – 7 p.m., but it’s not too bad.
For a long time I wanted to work in “fashion.” Obviously I love clothes and the look of the beautiful glossy fashion mags, but I also think I wasn’t confident enough in my skills in any other subject to think I could do anything more than write about fashion. Through internships, newspaper and school though, I’ve realized I want something more. Fashion is great, but it’s not all that I want to focus on. I want to do more, and I think I might actually be able to do that now.
It’s also incredibly hard living in New York City without a regular income. It’s damn near impossible. I’m spending my days off inside mostly to stop me from spending money. But at least there’s running.
The East River Path is beautiful; the views in both direction are phenomenal. My ankle, however, has not enjoyed my runs this week. Way back in my days of dancing I tore three of the ligaments in my left ankle, and I think that injury is coming back to bite me in the ass now. After a three mile jog yesterday evening my ankle was particularly sore and a bit swollen so I’m hoping this isn’t a regular thing. Today’s training schedule has me running four miles, so we’ll see how my sad joints fare.
I did manage some fun times this week – plenty of $1 pizza, a chance to babysit for the family I worked for for almost a year and see the two girls I missed dearly, drinks and rooftop times in Brooklyn and a very exciting Game 7 of the NBA finals. I’m starting to get into basketball, and maybe even some other sports, who am I?
It’s funny how the grass is always greener, isn’t it? I’m so happy to be here, but I’m also missing elements of Chicago. Should I have stayed this summer? Would I have ended up with a better internship in Chicago and not one that’s just okay but is in ~New York~? Do I even want to come back to New York when I’m done with school? I’m becoming less and less sure. Is there are a limit on how many quarter life crises you can have? Because I feel like I should be past said limit by now.