NY ♥ NY

Admittedly I am writing this blog post so I can feel like I’m talking to someone (as opposed to no one). I made the move to DC on Sunday.  After undergoing brief paralysis from sudden change, I spent the day unpacking and the night roaming DC.  I managed to pick up a late dinner at the only open place – none other than Heidi’s Brooklyn Deli (I ordered a Nathan’s hot dog and Manhattan clam chowder, haha).  On Monday I found my way to Trader Joe’s and somehow managed to lug back two 20 lb bags of food. I spent today (Tuesday) with my aunt, uncle, and little cousin – they live nearby in Virginia so it was easy to reach them by Metro. We went to Target, got ice cream, and food. They dropped me off at my apartment around 8 and I’ve since been wasting away my night (as I’m now accustomed to doing) by watching TV shows online.

The reason this post reads like a diary entry is because that’s basically what it is. I am in DC on my own and for the first time, I have to be completely independent and self-sufficient. This situation is not my forte. My Twitter bio says I “thrive when with loved ones” for a reason (okay, sorry, that was a bad example).  

To be honest, I’m struggling with how to spend my free time, how to be productive, and how not to feel lonely.  At times like these I normally call my mom, but she’s in Thailand for the next three weeks and not always available. I don’t want to cling to my aunt/uncle/cousin too much because I want to make it through this next week as an adult (I mean, by myself). Mallika (my roommate) and Max move to DC at the end of next week and I start work next Tuesday after Memorial Day. I know my new move isn’t a big deal but regardless, I get upset every time I confront the prospect of a full day/week with no set plans. I don’t know what to do with myself. At this point, I’m going to suck it up, pretend I didn’t just emo-word-vomit a blog post, take a shower, and go to sleep.