I refused to spend my last free day in New York indoors so I went out. I had no planned destination but wanted to pass by the Adorama Camera store on W 18th st. I rode the N express by mistake and missed my stop. I got off Union Square and saw there was a Holiday Market at the park. I walked around and browsed through the stalls. I bought two flower broaches and a lined bonnet for Syracuse. Upstate is covered with inches of snow and I can't even begin to wonder how I'm to survive it. The restaurant Rann works at was a few blocks east so I decided to pay him a visit. I made a slight detour to Barnes and Noble to purchase The Graveyard Book. From there, I walked in the wrong direction three times and doubling back repeatedly until I found the right street. I still keep getting confused with uptown, downtown, east side and westside. It looks simple enough in a map but its entirely different when you're in the city. I checked out a vintage store and checked out their awesome selection of boots and coats. I bought nothing since I still have no definite plans of staying here. Rann works in a Vegan restaurant in the east village. I sat inside and he handed me tea and a plate of chocolate-coconut tofu pie (yes! tofu pie!) followed by a cold glass of chocolate milk. How was the pie? Well, let me just say that I pity the vegan community if that is their version of a cheesecake. It was not bad, but not great either.
I spent the next couple of hours listening to Rann and allowing him to revive my belief in the American dream. I may not be any less confused than I was yesterday, but at least I feel lighter. My options look more hopeful now, all I have to do is make the decision to jump (again!). I then started to wonder why I was so ready to jump off a cliff and risk everything for the sake of someone else but find it difficult to do so for my own sake. I think that realization alone helped tip the scales in favor of venturing into the dark side. No final decisions yet. I'm giving Syracuse a shot. We'll see from there.
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I spent the next couple of hours listening to Rann and allowing him to revive my belief in the American dream. I may not be any less confused than I was yesterday, but at least I feel lighter. My options look more hopeful now, all I have to do is make the decision to jump (again!). I then started to wonder why I was so ready to jump off a cliff and risk everything for the sake of someone else but find it difficult to do so for my own sake. I think that realization alone helped tip the scales in favor of venturing into the dark side. No final decisions yet. I'm giving Syracuse a shot. We'll see from there.
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