New York State of Mind

I have never really wanted to start a blog.  The idea of putting your personal thoughts and ideas on the internet for the world to see seemed, at least to me, as an invitation to mockery and criticism.  But since I know the only people who will be reading this blog are most likely my friends, with the exception of Dan Freeman who I hate with a burning passion, I decided what the fuck.  It seems like the perfect time for me to actually start one.
 
Let me explain.  In two weeks from yesterday, I will be moving to New York City. Having graduated college a year and a half ago, I have been living at home while jumping from one unsuccessful job to another.  With the exception of my admission and current matriculation to grad school, I think it’s easy to say that my life is pretty much the same as it was during my tenure at Ohio University.
 
I still party hard, binge drink, dabble with recreational drug use, all while maintaining the ridiculous notion that it is still okay to live the college lifestyle as a soon to be 24 year old adult.  So instead of wasting away in my mother’s house in New Jersey answering the big question, I have decided to pass the question to the red family take the “physical challenge” of moving to New York City.

Like every generation before me, and after me, the mid-twenty something move to New York City is a right of passage that has been portrayed in every aspect of entertainment.  I am just looking to continue that tradition.
Although I have no money, no job, and no means of supporting myself, this is something that simply has to be done.  My friends who live in New York, with the exception of a certain few, have their parents greatly helping them out.  And although I am sincerely jealous of their advantageous way of life,  my big city experience will have something more to it.   Something abstract, something dangerous and possibly some kind of failure.

But that’s the beauty of living there.  And although New York has become more commercialized, lost its soul and some of the essence of being New York,  it is still very true that if you can make it there, you can make anywhere.

roxied out.

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