I love my job. So it’s pretty awesome that my job is starting to love me back. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still eating ramen noodles and living out of a backpack, but at least I’m starting to make memories doing it. Case in point: this Columbus Day (why do we celebrate that genocidal maniac?), I was invited to the opening of the Rockefeller Ice Rink by a PR company. They’ve got some offices in Australia, so hopefully that relationship will last.
New York is a great place. I always waffle on how much I would actually enjoy living in the big city. On the one hand, it’s total sensory overload, it’s got an amazing culture, and it’s got the highest ratio of single women to men in the nation (everybody says the dating sucks in New York… is that just because there are too many options?). On the other hand, I don’t generally like the cold, and I enjoy living somewhere that doesn’t become entrenched in shadow by 3 in the afternoon. Those giant monolith skyscrapers may as well be tombstones.
But the first thing I noticed about New York is how much they love winter. So I wrote an article about it on Matador Network. You can read it here. The second thing I noticed was that it absolutely sucks eggs to walk around the streets of NYC in Converse. I must’ve walked 150 blocks over the course of that day. I can still feel one of the tendons in my feet creak every time I bend it.
Matador didn’t use the pictures I took for the day, so here they are for your amazement. Enjoy.