Lately, I have been hugely consumed by wanderlust (partly because my ORD date is well nigh; mainly because I have been so enthralled by all the Groupon travel deals I see on my phone HAHA). So many times, I have dreamt of going home, jump on my bed, turn on my MacBook and purchase a one way ticket to NYC:
I would pack my most valuable possessions (because I know I can't take them all with me), say good bye to my family and friends, and hop on a plane and land in the most amazing city I’ve ever visited. I would stay with my friends for a couple weeks until I find an apartment in Brooklyn. It’s small, but whatever, it’s New York. I start out working nights as a bartender, it’s what I know best before I am offered a shoe in with a small advertising company as an assistant.
I come home from work, change, and go straight back to work as a bartender at night. I need to pay the bills somehow. When I return, late at night, I sip on a mug of tea, curl up on my mattress on the floor of my small service apartment, look out the window at the dim lit streets and think to myself, “This is worth it."
Sigh but I digress. All I can do now is to endure the painful few weeks left with the organisation and avoid hurling on the entire testosterone parade, too much.
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