Yesterday, I stood on the New York City subway platform holding a coffee in one hand, a tube of drawings in the other, and dressed head-to-toe in greyscale. Running late to a meeting, I began to make what every women stays up at night making in bed... "THE LIST" (thank you for that, How Does She Do It?).
Drawings? Check.
Caffeine? Check.
Phone? Check.
Cue cards? Check.
Heels? Check!
hmmm... that beam above me doesn't seem that structurally sound. Ah, oh well. What does an architect know about structure anyways? Whatever, check.
I'm living my NY dream, have an amazing family, loved ones around me, it's a beautiful day, I'm not sick (for once). But, something is still missing...
Sleep? Ah yes, definitely missing, but who needs sleep on 2 consecutive days. So no, that's not it.
OH YEA, money. I've got none.
My head has been juggling job opportunities left and right. Debating potential projects up and down. In a city that has everything, it fails to mention that it's glorified when you have it all, but so dirty when you don't.
[I see a bunny between the rails - I REFUSE to call rats, "rats". For now, they shall remain as "bunnies"]
You and I don't have it much differently, bunny. I have to share my house with others, walk the dirty streets, and also commute via 1 line - bud. Am I a bunny? No... just a poor architect.
I'm ready to move on. I'm ready for change involving a different city. Who knows where I'll be in 6 months. Knowing New York and its incredible abilities to be a black hole, I might still be here. The few moments of sunshine hitting the old buildings, the impeccably straight angles of the rooflines against the blue sky, endless lists of fun things to do, and living walking distance to the center of the universe (that or a Starbucks). Yep, I've been trapped into its glorified grasp over and over, again. But, I being serious now. I am determined to move on. Ask me where I am in 6 months from now.
