The End of the Beginning

The story began back in early August, when the decision to move to New York became real. Two weeks later the lease was signed, and one month later I moved in and became a part New York City, joining millions of recent college grads looking to stick their foot in the door of professionalism.

September 5, 2006: The day after labor day, I went to New York for a job interview after spending the interim weeks packing up my stuff in Delaware. After a recommendation from Ann, I was walking through the doors of 257 Park Avenue to the offices of Spa Finder, a global spa marketing company. At 11:00 I metwith Susie, the president of the company, and within a half-hour I was offered the postion. Assistant to the President. After a solid two and a half months of searching for a job, I found one in 30 minutes. My high school Social Studies teacher told us "its not what you know but who you know" and this, I must say, is entirely true.

September 15, 2006: As the rain fell I trudged through afternoon rushhour to the subway, carrying a weeks worth of clothes in an oversized duffle. Holding an umbrella was useless, as I teeter-tottered my way down Park Ave, stopping just short of the intersection to look up at rain filtering down through rising skyscrapers. A tall man interupted my moment of solitude, offering to share his umbrella with me until we parted ways on the steps of the subway. 20 minutes later, I finally reached my apartment, sitting on the dusty hard wood floor with wet bags and clothes strewn about me. That night, I slept on the bare mattress with a thin sweatshirt for a pillow, waiting for the morning when my parents would deliver the life i had temporarily left behind in Delaware.

October 15, 2006: Mid-month marks the date: one month as a citygirl, with one alumni weekend already behind me. I received my business cards two days before the start of the college weekend, a sublte reminder that I was truly a part of the corportate world. Days of classes, midterms, and lazy afternoons were fresh memories that have not yet faded in the wake of the enveloping 40-hour-work-week shadow.

So, the blog begins October 30, 2006:

After a month and half of life, work, and adjustment, I am left feeling utterly inspired by the city. The creativity, the personality of the streets, supplies so much raw emotion for its tenants, who between work, family, friends, and fun are just trying to determine what it was that originally lured them here in the first place. I now understand it, the lure. I am looking for it too. It's New York City, what else could be better?