Thursday, 29 April 2010

concrete jungle

me ky & kel red eyeing it out to the n.y.c. thank you jet blue.


so i live in new york apparently. it has been a strange past week and the fact that i don't know exactly how long i will be here doesn't necessarily help my sense of what's going on. anyway, i thought i would give a brief update on my few days in the big apple.

a few weeks ago i found out i wouldn't be starting my actual internship until may 3rd, but the fact that i already had airfare meant i had a week to do nothing. or everything, depending on how you want to look at it. it has been real fun but i'm getting realll antsy. every day my friends come home and tell me how their days were and i start PSYCHING MYSELF OUT. yarg. also, this place is expensive. the fact that our first trip out of our home found us at anthropologie would suggest that we aren't doing much to help ourselves avoid temptation... just have to get it out of my system though right? so far it's been gotten out on a lot of delicious food, museums, and bookstores. central park is the gloriously free exception. it's been a great week in the city and soon enough i will be a hard working woman again.

so here is my home. welcome to the Ihouse, where no one speaks english!!! i was just glad to know it wasn't the iHouse.

in reality the "i" stands for "international." it's located in harlem, or if you're talking to your parents, "morningside heights." we had one interesting experience getting off at the wrong subway stop. i was just grateful it was daylight and i was with men. ben turned to me and asked how i liked being the minority for once. i guess there aren't many other mormons who live in harlem...

anyway, lots of columbia students live here and most everyone is from some crazy place. the first day alone i met someone from cameroon, (i swear that's a place right?) azerbaijan and iraq. some of the other cougars are not fans but i'm borderline obsessed with this place. it sometimes smells like a hostel and the bedrooms are TINY.


at one point i attempted to touch both walls with my legs whilst sitting on my bed. i can't make it quite to the wall, but i can touch the dresser. i think that should count. my window has already been windblown into my room and SHATTERED all over everything but they cleaned it up in a few hours while i was in times square. so what can i complain about?


oh the blanket. so one of the blankets they gave me looks like someone skinned an ewok.


see. super close up. it has shards of the forest lodged in it.

but they gave me another pretty one to use. i use the brown one to do situps on since i can't go to the fitness center here yet. another long story. but ohhhh! i got a mini fridge for my room the other day so i can maintain a healthy weight gain.

there is this gorgeous park right next to us, as well as a cathedral.

also, ulysses s. grant anyone? his tomb is about 15 seconds to the right of my front door. one of those things you never thought you'd say.


my bathroom. communal, but nice.


the people who live here are so great. seriously the nicest, friendliest roomiez i could ask for. we have a dining room in the bottom that has surprisingly good food, a lounge and even a pub. (you know, international for 'restaurant.')

so it's great! so far.
it's different being here this time. i think the way you see this place changes depending on why you're here. i'm not trying to act like i'm a local because i'm not. but on the subway all i see now is work. people here just work and work and WORK. some because it's the only way they can survive, some so they can prove they deserve a job, some because their wife has to keep shopping on 5th ave. i've ALWAYS dreamed of living here. it seems like such a glamorous thing to do, thank you sara jessica parker and jen aniston. but i think our blinders are being removed.

the energy here is amazing. it's also exhausting. the job opportunities here are overwhelming. they also take every minute of your life. i think every one of us would tell you we don't know exactly why we love doing what we do, or how we ended up here. every person i talk to who's in advertising or knows someone else who is tries to warn me that we work long hours. but guess what. so do doctors. and finance guys. and the doorman who stands in the bottom of your building all night.

so good thing i like what i'm doing right? let's hope i can say that tomorrow...ha.

i have no idea where i'll end up. but for now i feel so lucky i get to try out this whole manhattan thing. here goes nothing.

5 comments:

Scott Stevens said...

boo yeah rebbles. boo yeah

Brooke said...

loooove it. rebbie I miss you all so much!

brown eyed girl said...

yeah, girl!

Hope your first day was fabtastic.

Chelsey said...

Skinned an ewok, classic. This made me miss you.

alison said...

ahhh update this obsessively! i'm so excited for you reb! slash jealous