Can you believe it? I know I can’t.
I’ve been living in New York for over a week. That’s right. I’ve spent eight nights in my new home, I’ve attended church, I’ve met up with college friends who live in the city, I’ve made new friends from my program during an orientation program we decided to skip out on and I’ve been on several solo adventuring trips. I’ve worked nearly 10 hours for my job, experienced multiple subway incidents, and have a bag that smells like tea because I spilled water in it and the teabag started seeping. I’ve walked, on average, 4.5 miles every day, I’ve done laundry in a real live laundromat and I’ve gone grocery shopping by myself.
In short, I’ve settled in. Or started to, at least. I still haven’t fully settled into my morning routine and I do have to walk the streets with my handy-dandy arm extension, Citymapper, turned on at all times. But I’m getting there. Show me a subway station for the “A,” “M,” “R,” or “J” and I can get myself home just fine, thank you very much. I’ve even memorized the last few stops on my journey home!
I still haven’t made friends with the people at the grocery or the pharmacy — in fact, due to an incompetent employee’s screw-up, I am the farthest thing from “friends” with my local Rite Aid — but I have had the opportunity to blow off one entire evening talking and laughing with my roommate while spending another one walking Battery City Park with one of my first Asbury friends.
My worlds are colliding. This dream city is becoming home. It’s becoming — dare I say it? — almost mundane.
I just laughed at myself for calling New York “mundane.” I take that back. It’s still a foreign world to me. But it’s a world I’m slowly acclimating to, one that, I hope, is beginning to accept me.
I’m no longer one of those people on the ferry bubbling about all the things I want to see and do in my three days in town; I want to see and do the same things, but I have so many more days available.
I don’t know how long it will take for me to be able to consider myself a “New Yorker.” I’m thinking by the time graduation rolls around I might have earned that moniker? But today, I’m a definite “New York-liver.” I most definitely live in this city.
I’m thrilled beyond words. On Wednesday I woke up and cried, feeling lonely. Since then, I’ve met three people from my program and have plans to meet up with them tomorrow and again on Monday to hang out, explore and get started on this adventure called grad school.
After a full week in New York City, I finally feel like I’ve made it home. And I’m going to be okay.