After four years of frat parties, crush parties, study parties, date parties, birthday parties and pretty much every other excuse to have a party while at college, I’m an official grown up (with a “job” and everything) living in the city and talking about it..now in my life after Syracuse
I’m Catie (hi) and I moved to NYC in July 2007 because I couldn’t stand the idea of living in Frederick, Maryland (no offense, just 13 years is enough time there) and I enjoy spending half my monthly salary on rent! For all its faults, New York City is the place to be. The motto is “Work Hard, Play Hard”–and they’re serious. Make 60 mil in one day? Who cares, the guy next to you made 200 and he’s buying the bar Ketel One shots. There’s always the upside and the brighter side but you’re always surrounded by the downside as well; just ask the man who draws your portrait on the 1 train.
There’s noone in particular I’m shooting this out to so I hope whoever stumbles across it finds it amusing enough to think about. I’ll be writing about my live-in boyfriend (don’t barf just yet), travel, politics, my job, websites and other commentary/drivel. Comments are welcome and appreciated.
Here goes.
At first, weary and most unadventurously, moving to NYC was more a necessity than an “Oh- My- God- I’ve- Always- Wanted- To- Live- Here” moment. Not looking forward to the potentially millions of resumes I’ll be needing to send out, I want to bask in doing nothing for a little while. Motivated to come here by my live-in boyfriend’s acceptance to hoity-toity prestigious Columbia University, I felt a little awkward at first. Really? I am I “that girl” who follows around her boyfriend after only three months of knowing him? Eesh.
