Tiny picture of my current bedroom, no furniture save for my bed.
Day 1 on my own…
The air here tastes differently. There is a constant electricity in it. Almost undetectable energy that courses through your veins with each and every inhalation. Exhilarating. Is this how everyone feels here? I’d like to think so. This city is electric.
I moved into my apartment three days ago, but have been unable to post as I am still without internet (*cries*). After speaking to four robots and six different people with my internet company’s customer service, my internet installation was pushed back until Sunday. They were originally supposed to install yesterday, but never showed. How was I supposed to go on without internet for an additional THREE DAYS??
I didn’t want to keep anyone (including myself) waiting for my posts, so I was on the hunt for wifi. I packed the necessities only: laptop, charger, cell phone, headphones, and binoculars. Maybe I’m kidding about the binoculars, but how would you know?
Back to my search. It turns out that there are these places called libraries (strange, right?) where people go to “read” but really to take advantage of a wifi connection. Today, I am one of those poor fellows. Really, how much longer could I put off my blog, and my videos? I wanted to write and film my first day here; fast forward three days and I have little choice but to begin my work.
I liked the idea that I would have started my blog and rebooted my channel on my first day in NYC. I also have shit luck. Here I am writing about day 1 on my actual day 4, sitting in my college’s freezing library.
My hopes for this blog are not unattainable, but it will certainly take some effort. This thing is my outlet. Lately I’ve been super inspired about some old business ideas, and it is time for me to get my shit together. If I can make it anywhere, it is here. I will try to film my first vlog here today, but unfortunately can’t upload it until tomorrow when I return to this strange library for wifi. I’m making an effort aren’t I?