Well, it is no longer early, but I have been up since 3 am and I am miles and miles away from the wonderful land of New York City. St. Louis is not the destination, but it is the resting area where I am choosing to write since there is nothing better to do. Thank your lucky stars I have time on my hands to update this blog. Aren’t you a lucky party of one!
This past weekend in New York has been a whirlwind of fun and crazy adventures and possibly the least responsible I have been since I have moved here. I wouldn’t trade a single lost penny for the memories it has given me, either.
I knew moving to NYC it would’nt be easy. I have made budgets, I have planned out routes, I have taken the wrong subways and buses only to end up walking further out of frustration of not getting it right. That was just the first month. Then, it got easier, but the loneliness began. I am not one to sit up in a room and wallow in self pity. It’s not my style. Neutrals and shades of black with simple classic pieces are more up my alley. To change it, I began this time consuming blog to take up time, and I followed up by going out. Budget gone, I had to relearn to find NYC on a budget. I succeeded, but I have also slipped and for next semester I am already working on an excel of my monthly budget. Oh, to be an adult!
This week. Back to the week, already! My mind gets wrapped around finances sometimes and I’m completely sidetracked and thinking, how can I do this? Where did I go wrong/right? Blah, I’m doing it again. But, with this week came a solution. I am making friends. And, they are wonderful.
I am in New York for my Masters in Information and Library Science. To put it simply, I’m paying out of the wazoo to become a certified librarian in a city with thousands of resources that are beyond compare to any other place in the world. Also, I can rock a mean bun and glasses with a pencil skirt. This enough is reason to move to New York and become a librarian! I have finished my first semester, and I must say it’s not what i anticipated, it is better. Making friends in grad school is a lot more different than undergrad where you are immediately thrown into the same environment as hundreds of other students who are all at east 18 and living on their own for the first time. In grad school, we have all lived on our own for awhile, some of us are already in our career, some are transitioning, others, like me, are just discovering our passion, and others are coming straight from undergrad with a drive that makes no sense to me. They are the ones I admire since I needed a break to discover some new goals once I graduated…how do you guys do it???
The first month of school you are thrown in, you read, you read, and you read, and then you discuss. Repeat, but add another five ‘you read’ phrases to the next week and so forth until mid-November then it’s nonstop write, write, write. I have never read so much in a night/week/semester. Oh, and the fun is just beginning. One semester down, three to go!
When it came to making friends, that is partially why I decided to begin blogging. It was originally a class assignment that allowed me to reach out in a way I always wanted to try, and it allowed me to be creative with an idea I always enjoyed – music and drinking, a lovely combination. Did it work? Yes. I have met people all over because of my intentions on blogging and I have unfortunately not spoken off all the adventures it has allowed me to experience, but I hope to include them in the near future. It has also led me to friends that I never anticipated, but I am grateful to have them and I’m excited to see what friendships will spring forward, too.
What about this week, then? What made it so special? I partied. I became a 20-something again, and laughed until it hurt, went to a new bar, met new people, and I did it with a fellow librarian. And, let me tell you, we make a great team. In fact, we make librarians look like a not so silent, stiff, and boring type. After seeing us together, you may even consider Library Science to be your next career choice.
We checked out a bar called Bua Bar on St. Mark’s Ave. Love it. The bartenders rock (easy on the eyes, too!), the music is great, drinks are tasty, and the two nights we frequented it, we had a blast. We exchanged stories, strategies, passed paper napkin notes to cute guys (yes, we are 15 all over again and it still works), and hailed taxis and rode subways all while laughing hysterically into the late night. Bua was just the fun atmosphere to get our librarian ways a boost and to let the buns loose (so cheesy, but I couldn’t help myself!).
I think the best part of the weekend may not have been the whiskey mash (although very tasty) and pink lemonade (vodka based, but lethal since it tastes like childhood) it was bonding with someone in the same transition as I am. We even bonded all the way to St. Louis where we have finally said our goodbyes until next year. We were lucky enough to have connecting flights together, what are the odds?
So, here’s to future librarians. May we be ever outgoing, and ever quiet…well, without the quiet part.