Pondering life in New York City, Pt I

These days, I’m constantly tired it seems. It’s 8:27pm here and I’m already shattered and thinking of reheating a frozen slice of pizza before packing in and calling it a night.

I’ve been trekking all over the city and procuring elite subway navigation skills. Sometimes fully laden down as needed in my laptop-in-a-rucksack ways, or otherwise with no burden and with a sprightly step.

Me unner'neath th' Franklin Roosevelt Drive-way

Sometimes I have a camera with me, sometimes no, but I always make sure to appreciate any deserving moment, and I tell myself “That’s beautiful”. It happens a lot, especially at twilight, when the skyscrapers awaken and the windows of light freckle up. I’ll try and capture a shot like that soon so it may be shared with you all.

Oh, and I’ve been experimenting with panoramas somewhat too.

NYC Franklin D Roosevelt Drive over looks Brooklyn

Walking under Franklin D Roosevelt Driveway, Brooklyn’s way over there! Aaaar.

I went over to Brooklyn to visit my mother’s old art teacher from her days at Pratt Institute, that was enjoyable, took photos, ended weirdly. Have to write that up here too.

It’s not just the insatiable furlongs of walking that are tiring but also this internship lark, PLUS a full-time continued search for PAID work. Bah, I suppose I shall have to vent about that in the following blog post won’t I?

I have to tell you, after a heavy days work interning, passing through the high-tech security (with a nod from the elevator porter) and exiting the posh high-rise office building (which also homes the likes of Google and up-scale design firms), and then heading to the Seaport Public Welfare Assistance center and applying for benefits plus temporary financial help feels really… weird.

One thought on “Pondering life in New York City, Pt I

  1. I’m shocked and appalled at your current state of updating young Spuddle. On top of this I haven’t even spoken to you for like a month now or something equally as crazy. I wave my dr pepper bottle at you in disgust…

    Love and huggles tom.

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