Dear Alicia,
I know that you and I are both very confused about what to do with our lives and where to go. I’m almost positive that the fastest track to success would be to move to LA after college. But you know what, I don’t want to do that. Nope.
So how about you and I move to New York City. We’ll rent a teeny tiny apartment that will cost over $1000 dollars a month and won’t even fit a suitcase. We’ll bust our butts while waiting tables and and working odd-end jobs that we don’t want to do. We’ll freeze in the winter. We’ll walk around everywhere. We’ll sit next to smelly people on the subway.
Everyday you and I will face the threat of manholes, robbers, and speeding cabs. We’ll pay way too much for fast food, wait for the train for over an hour after midnight, and never ever be able to peacefully shop in Forever 21.
But we’ll also go out to eat at a new restaurant every week. We’ll walk around central park while the sun goes down talking about our non-existent love life and the struggle to pay rent. We’ll eat delicious food, sleep to the sounds of sirens, and get goosebumps from the first snowfall in the city.
We’ll decorate our apartment, I’ll leave the light on for you when your working late, we’ll bake cookies, go see any indie/limited release films we want, and drink at secret bars where you have to enter through a phone booth.
In NY you and I will still struggle to find love, but now we have a much larger selection of failures to choose from. We’ll dress up for the Halloween parade, invite our families for Thanksgiving, put up little decorations for each holiday, wear pretty dresses at parties, and go to some really good concerts.
Any and all of this sounds lovely. Let’s start planning and a year from today we’ll begin our broke, endless struggling, and all together amazing adventure in New York City.
XoXo,
Lindsay
