Riding home from another long night of waitressing in Midtown Manhattan, and I am tired. Very, very tired. My time in the city has been exhilarating so far... I’ve taken tours, checked out two of Manhattan’s surrounding islands, gone wild at World Pride with a few million others, partied at a rooftop pool, watched two Broadway shows, eaten from every deli and halal spot in the five block radius around my apartment, and seen approximately 89 rats drinking from subway puddles. I’ve interviewed for three jobs and started two of them, and now I’m fully in the swing of living and working in this concrete jungle. So, I’m tired. Really, really tired.
But I was tired this day, too— one of my last days in Europe, after so much trekking around, and three glorious months in The Balkans. I almost didn’t even go out— the weather was gloomy and the hostel was cozy. But my friends at @el_diablo_hostel told me the sun would come back out, and my buddy Owen convinced me we had to check out more of the city. And you know what? They were right... The sky cleared up— and I was so glad I didn’t waste one of my last days in Serbia.
So, as I’m taking this 45 minute train ride home (shoutout to the MTA for messing up my route), with a crazy person muttering across the aisle at me, and my feet throbbing from the night’s shift, I’m remembering again to be grateful. This is an amazing experience and I’m not going to get bogged down in the rest of it. - 2 hours ago