…it’ll be too soon. It should be noted that this post comes to you via the free ATT wifi of the Columbia University Starbucks.
Moving to New York has forced me to become a mainstream coffee drinker. I think I have visited a Starbucks almost every single day since I’ve arrived. And with every sip I take of my tall chai tea lattes, I grieve for the death of my non-conformist caffeine consuming ways. But I also explain to the cosmos that it’s not really my fault. The real blame must be placed on adulthood.
Life really hasn’t been “normal” since June. Uprooting your world from Austin, Texas and transporting it to the largest city in America has turned out to be somewhat of a difficult task. For one thing, I haven’t had a steady place to live until two weeks ago. I’ve gone from my boss’s apartment in SoHo to a hotel room in midtown to my broker’s friend’s apartment in Harlem to (finally!) mine and Clair’s apartment on 123rd St. My only constant companions? Two suitcases. One filled with clothes. The other, shoes 
Meanwhile, I somehow managed to hire the worst moving company known to man. After showing up to my house in Austin WITHOUT ANY BOXES, rescheduling my arrival date about a gazillion times, and chastising me on the phone in Spanish, the movers have assured me that my furniture will be arriving tomorrow. Soon Clair will have her bed all to herself. Hallelujah.
I will miss that bed though. You know, that one we found outside on our sidewalk. Oops, Clair told me not to say that out loud. But I don’t care! I can’t help but be proud of our find. I mean, it’s a FREE bed, complete with box frame and head board. Plus we febreezed it. That should take care of all the syphilis hiding inside, right?
It also should be noted that our “disease ridden” bed is the sole piece of furniture in our house right now. We’ve been refraining from buying too much since I have a buttload of stuff coming up here soon, and a lot of our friends have promised to give us some essential hand-me-downs. So we’ve both agreed to be patient and only buy things that we absolutely need. These items include a shower curtain, a swiffer mop, and a plunger. Never underestimate the need for a plunger…
Then lastly there’s the Internet situation. The process of getting it in our apartment has just been one long…sigh.
And so here I am, sitting across from Clair , both of us mooching off of Starbucks’ free Internet, taking care of errands like managing the budget and Facebooking. The other night, whilst snacking on some chips and salsa on our syphilis bed, Clair and I joked about our odd lifestyle as of late.
“If and when we finally make it, and we’re rich and successful, I hope we can look back on all this and brag to everyone about the time we shared a bed we found outside in order to get a leg up in New York,” she said.
But I don’t need to wait till then. Cause even though life is crazy, I’m kindaaaaaa loving every minute of it.
Except for Starbucks. God, I hate Starbucks.
