No one has any answers.
Eliminate money as a stressor.
It used to be that I could call you on a Sunday afternoon to say, “Meet us at Shoolbred’s!” And you’d be there in ten, guacamole order placed, debating whether to sit in front of the fireplace or at the round mosaic table with the street view.
2. Rain? No, don’t panic. It’s just your old friend Mr. Air Conditioning unit dropping down some playful love from the sky.
You end up at a street cart, eating sausage with peppers and onions. And a pretzel. It’s the best meal you’ve had in years.
Along this road of introspection, I realized a pretty big thing: I have no clue what I want to do in my life yet. Because I’ve had the option to “be so many people” here, I don’t know what it is that makes me, me.
Moving here for college, I was in no way prepared for the obstacles and experiences I would have in the Big Apple.
The biggest downside, though, was the fact that the most shallow, soul-crushing men kept coming at her with their backhanded compliments, that habit called negging.
I want to be more than empathetic — I want to be altruistic and find balance. My conscience is a subway troubadour singing out only to be drowned out by the clamor of the incoming train.
7. Your classmates were from a variety of backgrounds.