So I’ve survived my first week in New York.
Actually, I don’t want to get cocky, but I think I’ve done better than survive. Here’s a quick run-down of everything I’ve accomplished over the past seven days:
1. Moved in. And this is not as easy as it sounds. I had to carry very heavy objects up three flights of stairs. And then I had to FIT all of the crap INSIDE those objects in my rather compact bedroom. So, yeah.
2. Started my internship. Which I love. And which I plan on rocking so my lovely employers want to give me a salaried position.
3. Got a SECOND job. I just got hired at Aldo. SHOES! And ACCESSORIES! Of course, I can’t actually buy any of them. (Thanks, poverty.) But the point is, I will be able to afford to live here! Yayayay!
So, that’s the update. Stay tuned for more wackiness in Greenpoint, courtesy of yours truly.
I know, I literally JUST posted, but I’m so excited. We have Internet in our apartment.
I always knew I liked the Internet. I mean, I typically spend over 50% of my day online. But the past few days sans the World Wide Web has forced me to come face to face with my crippling addiction.
My name is Justine, and I’m addicted to the Internet.
I’m not even ashamed.
Also, everything in my life is good, minus the fact that I still need a job that will pay my bills. You’re welcome for now having that Destiny’s Child song stuck in your head.
Life lesson #66: IKEA is not for wimps.
In fact, nothing about moving would serve the faint of heart. Whether you’re shlepping 90-pound boxes up three flights of stairs or hoping desperately that the new sofa you just bought will stay securely tied to the roof of your car as you coast along a Brooklyn freeway, when it comes to moving, pantywaists need not apply.
Which is why it’s so fortunate that I am a moving warrior.
Today was my first trip to an IKEA. I mean, I was familiar with the custom: giant warehouse, loads of inexpensive furniture, Swedish sensibility, etc. What I didn’t know is that IKEA is not just a store. It’s an experience.
When you go to IKEA, you’re not just going to walk away with a cheap futon. Oh no, it’s a place where you can find yourself the proud consumer of a streamlined living room and a streamlined view of the world. The IKEA experience includes dining on delacacies in the cafeteria (including Swedish meatballs and a free breakfast during the Memorial Day Weekend Sale!!!) and learning why clearing your own tray is not only better for the wait staff, but better for the world in general.
The only real problem with IKEA is that you want everything. Literally.
Emma and I had roughly two hours to scour the gigantic kingdom for a couch, coffee table, bookshelves and a dresser—the feat was almost too much, even with my loyal parents by our sides. The real challenge, though, turned out to be getting our Swedish treasures home. Fortunately, my dad is a wizard with twine, and we got everything home without a hitch. (Again, literally. We’d already returned the U-Haul trailer we’d rented to get the rest of my crap to New York.)
The only thing left to do was somehow put everything together. Emma and I conquered these bookshelves: (sorry they’re sideways)
But the real victory, my magnum opus, is this:
Go ahead, you can ooh and ah. I’m impressed with me, too.
I BUILT that thing with my BARE HANDS. I don’t know if you’re as excited as I am, but the point is that Ty Pennington better watch his back.