Cold

I'm not a writer but it feels good to write into cyberspace and i doubt anyone reads this. Maybe at most 2 or 3 people, but that doesn't stop me from still writing what I think.

New York is cold, I can't wait to go back home. I think the 3/4 months that I lived in NYC I had more motivation to do big things here and I did stuff. I learned a lot! Then I went home and got all comfortable again and now I just feel like i'm in a transitionary period. Nothing is set and I just want to hurry up and get to the good stuff. Find a job, a real job. Not waitressing or bartending. That sucks! I can't wait to go home, I don't have to worry about anything over there. I'm getting sick again already being here just 1 week. I hate the cold but I know this is the city. I look out the window or I'll take a walk outside and when I look up, I see the Empire State Building and it inspires me to do what I had originally set out to do.

I moved to New York and "if I can make it here, I can make it anywhere." The way people talk about that phrase, really confuses me. It's like they're talking up this great city, which it is a great city. It's not that hard really, it's just big. There are just a lot of people and you have to keep going. Staying motivated is the hardest part and that's in ANY city. This city just has all the opportunities anyone could want. That's why everyone loves it. I love it, because I just know that this is where I'm supposed to be. Although, there are days where I just don't feel like doing anything and don't feel like anything good will happen. I still have hope and that's what keeps me going.