I have never been a quick trip planner. Whenever I visited Virginia, I planned it like 3 months in advance. I did it because it gave me something to look forward too, the tickets were cheaper, and I don't know it's just how I was raised. You plan a head, make sure you have all your ducks in a row.
So I'm going back to New York. On Thursday. I bought my ticket Saturday. What the hell am I doing. I can tell you one thing, "Don't threaten me with a good time."
I am for sure, without a doubt, addicted to parties, social settings, and places that play loud music with alcohol. This will be the furthest I travel to have a good time.
But I'm not going ONLY for the party and wild times, I have plans. I have places that I need to go. Like 1st: I will be traveling to the Moe's in NY and seeing if they need to hire anyone. With my 5 years that I had with them, and the good word that I can get to back my up, that is the dream right now. Have a job there.
It's a vicious circle, this game that New York is playing. To have a job, the best way to get one is have an address there. The only way to get an apartment is to show proof of employment, and blah blah blah. What are you doing to me state.
So I'll be there Thursday through Sunday. But first I gotta get through this week...
I picked up a shift for Monday, so that means all I have to do is get through the next 4 mornings at work and then it's all sunshine from there.
In other news Ms. Gentle is now 23 and Ms. Starr is 21, it was quite the weekend for birthdays. I hope each girl had a super great fun day, full of smiles, and maybe a few drinks.
Although this post was mostly about the upcoming trip, and I hadn't posted in a few days, I feel better. I feel better knowing that world knows that I'm beyond excited.
I hope everyone has a good week and nothing but good things happen!
Happiness is getting excited about simple things, like home cooked meals and family time.
Love me like I love knowing I get to see that skyline again oh so very soon :)
I've been in New York for a year, the desire is still tact, the dream is still alive and kicking, and I'm wearing sunglasses. Hit it.
I hate planning last minute trips. Whenever someone who is traveling and planning at the last minute comes to visit me, it always decides to fall apart while they are with me and I get to witness the frantic meltdown. I always make sure I have at least 1) a place to sleep and 2) a way to get home well in advance. The rest can wait.
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