It's been awhile since I've voluntarily committed any amount of my non-work time in front of the monitor without the urgency to shop, job search, or ping random acquaintances. And how out of touch I feel! The point of this blog really is for my own sanity. The ins and outs of my daily trials and tribulations of living in the city that purportedly never sleeps, participating in the dreaded reverse commute to CT, and working in-- none other than, the beloved financial world is although taxing and vexing, puts the roof over my head and keeps my tummy from grumbling. In other words, I know how my bread is buttered and how to keep it buttered. But that's really not the point of this blog. Rather, I find it hard to believe that slaving away in this rat race is what life is all about. Then again, what is life supposed to be about?
I spent the past two years spending every waking second with a man who I thought would be "the one"... only to realize after a short stint away from each other that he wasn't. And now I'm back at square one... alone in a city that I once loved and couldn't wait to be a part of.
"When it rains, it pours". And indeed it does. between the shitty job and breaking up, between the idiocracies of dealing with vile fellow metro north commuters and filthy subways, it just never ceases to let up. what's a girl to do. I hate self pity... and yet, here I am again, sitting in absolute silence... bitter, alone, and sad.
ironic isn't it? that someone can feel so alone and decrepit amongst the million plus people cohabitating on this little island aptly called Manhattan.
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