Better. It’s getting better.

Today I read a blog post written by an Australian recently moved to NYC.
She’s obviously having a difficult time. Stuggling with money, struggling with work, and scraping by in a city and culture so similar to her own yet so totally foreign in very subtle and surprising ways.

Oh yes, I know that story.

Reading her words, I felt for her.
I left her a comment with some suggestions from my experience, and hopefully she finds something in them.
But it’s not just about tips on how to find a decent job or what metrocard to buy, it’s about being new and feeling frustrated that everyone ELSE has it figured out and is making it work, why can’t I?
I felt for her because I’m living it too.
It was only this week that I figured out which mass-transit card to buy here.

I’m working now and it’s caused an enormous difference in my outlook.
I’m not sure if that’s due to my lessened availability of time with which to fret, or simply the comfort of a routine, but it’s working and I don’t really care why. Things are getting better for me and I’ll take it no questions asked.

The summer is peaking, exploding with color and life.
I’ve really only made one friend so far but she’s totally awesome and I’m lucky to know her.
I will never experience today again so for now, screw my train ticket. I don’t care that I bought the less-than-best option, because I figured it out, the world is alive in acid-bright color and things are getting better.