I haven’t mentioned a lot about my life in New York as of late, apart from what had transpired with my records and academics. In part, it is because I find that element of discovery to be so much more subtle without a language or grand cultural divide in upbringing and attitudes. Evidently, there are a few, but even then are they really highlighted by its juxtaposition in a different context, such as another city or country. And also it is in part because my personal life hasn’t really come into existence. There certainly have been evenings where I’ve had drinks with friends, but I come home most evenings from my office job, and work on other projects of mine.
What I have learned about myself, though, is that I am slow to adapt to this new life. Renting out an unfurnished apartment, I only quickly gathered the basics – a bed, computer desk, small shelf, and office chair – and haven’t since bothered much with the apartment. I procured some things here and there in the subsequent month, such as another book case and my cooking supplies, but it was perhaps only after a 1.5 months of living here that I decided on purchasing a dining table. It’ll probably take me another 2 months to bother with dining chairs.
And I this weariness to decor stems from the fact that I have been used to moving into apartments that I’ve been quick to leave, knowing that once the year finishes that I will move on to another city. In which case, it would be best to have as little possessions as possible. And with this apartment, it is more spacious than your average Gramercy studio. And to add, the places where I’ve lived have always come furnished, and I have sought it out that way. So it with this barren apartment that somehow, it feels absolutely different. Not only am I now having more possessions, but they are items costing me a pretty penny, which you could say are a signal of some kind of commitment to me staying here a little longer.
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