Leaving Manhattan – Part I

As I predicted would happen, NeYork City has made my life as a recent college grad even more difficult to cope with. I came here seeking employment and was filled with high hopes of living in Manhattan. These desires only grew stronger as the minutes ticked by. Every person on the street, every taxi on the road, every wait in the subway, the endless sidewalks, scheduled protests for the RNC, getting ripped off at dinner, overspending my budget daily, getting sunburned in Central Park, seeing beautiful girls everywhere and then realizing my chances; all of these things are just a start to my endless list of things I love about New York. I want to live here so badly.
And now, as a result of this fantastic trip, my life is now filled with even more agonizing anticipation. I had two successful interviews with Starbucks over the past week but my future with them is still unknown. I expect to hear from them within the next two weeks; however, I am still not sure of their feelings for me. As odd as it may seem, I am rather optimistic about the situation but I’m not making any promises. Now all I can do is wait for the phone to ring and schedule that last interview and hope for an opportunity to move here. I feel like Starbucks is dragging me across hot coals to give me this job. It is just an Assistant Manager position but like Beene said, the process sounds like The Apprentice except when I win I won’t run a four-star Trump hotel, just pour coffee.
Anyway, as I was saying, this trip has only made me love the city that much more. I can’t picture myself living anywhere else right now but I have no guarantees that it will ever happen, just hope. I can only dream of my perfect life of urban living. I can only fantasize about my small apartment with holes in the ceiling, neighbors getting “intimate” every night at 2AM, no money in my wallet, working full-time for the rest of my life, still eating macaroni and cheese on a regular basis. Sheer Bliss!
And so now I sit in the Newark Airport with a wonderful view of the Manhattan skyline. I wonder when my next trip to the city will be. Now I can only dream of what my future holds for me. Until these dreams come to fruition, I will be on my parent’s sofa spilling my heart onto this page and thinking of what may someday become the reality that is, New York City.