New York, New York.. not the best place in the world.

I know I previously wrote I would not whine about my own life, but this will be an exception. South Carolina was great. The plane ride was easy going (although we were delayed 3 hours), and the car ride to Pawlie's Island was short and sweet. My dad greeted us with a warm hug. Jake and I planted our first steps onto southern asphalt as we walked to the grey rented Nissan. It was also Jake's first time seeing a Palm Tree. We drove maybe half an hour and wound up at Pawlie's Island. Julia's house there (Maurice Cottege) was in a fantastic location. From the front door, there was a small road, and then a bird sanctuary (which was mostly a marsh). Each cottage had its own pier, letting you walk up to the marsh. If you were at the back door of the house, you'd be facing a beach that hugged the Atlantic Ocean. The waves were easy going and not too rough. All in all, it was great. Dinners all together, lounging on the beach, swimming, boogie boarding, eating, cooking, crabbing, Olympics watching.

And now, I am back in NYC. It is not South Carolina. My shiity apartment is not Julia's cottage. We can't leave our doors unlocked. We don't see the ocean from our bedroom windows. We don't have family dinners (let alone bearly have dinners). Everything is isolated, lonley, sad, dirty at this apartment. It is the opposite of full of life. It is uninviting. And this is how I've lived for the past 2 and a half months. I'm pretty bummed out to be here. But I do hope that when I get out of this place, this apartment, things will start to look up.

When I'm settled in, I hate change. I almost didn't want to go South Carolina, only because it was change, scary. That is something I need to get over if I'm ever going to ant to enjoy myself. So until then.. I'm going to try to get some dinner together.

Tomorrow I go to South Carolina. This is a paid vacation from my dad. He was nice enough to invite Jake and I to his girlfriend's house there. We fly into Myrtle Beach and will drive down the coast for roughly 50 minutes. From there, we take a bridge to a private island which has several houses on it, one of those houses being Julia's. The house is estimated 15 seconds away from the beach (and thats a private beach). I will take pictures and post them on here or facebook.

A month and a half later..

So, I'm really bad at updating this. But I thought it would be important to discuss my recent activity at Anytime Bar in brooklyn. Last night, around 10 PM, Jake and I get to the bar. We walk up to the oh so busy bartender and after patiently getting waiting several minutes, I order two PBR's. With three dollars in my hand (thats right, I'm a great tipper) I expect to hear the usualy "2 dollars!" to my surprise, I hear "4 dollars!" wwwwhhhatt? Anytime, a little piece of heaven for recent graduates who want to drink but pay as little as possible ow have to purchase one of the worse beers for twice as much?! Oh well, we got our beer and sat next to the bar as we waited for Winter and John. We meet up with them, and they are sitting at the dining area, only for us to notice the menu has changed. When John asks for Hummus, the waitress says they don't offer it anymore! WHAT? Man, Anytime is going down a little in my book. But hey, I'm pretty sure their happy hour is still 1 dollar PBR's, and if they don't.. I just have to move out of this super expensive city!

While I'm on the topic, NYC is overly priced and I can't stand it anymore. I love the city, but I don't love the prices. Will keep you posted on the job and house search as things start to unravel. Although, i did have a great interview yesterday with Nola Pictures. I thought if I got it, it would be AMAZING. Until I really figured out the amount of money I'd make after taxes. OH MAN! Half of what I should be making! I can't believe it. In desperation and a state of panic, I signed up for those online survey's that pay you .50 a survey. Then I put back all of my half.com books online. I've made a promise to myself though, all the extra cash I get, I'm going to save up the first 50 dollars so I can set up my website (which is made, just needs to go on the internet).

Oy. the life of being a recent college grad in NYC.