As you may have noticed, street art has become a great love of mine, so I guess it must come as no surprise that I planned to hunt some down in Manhattan during my recent trip. Let me start by saying that it’s not like Wynwood. In New York, you really have to hunt these pieces down. They don’t tend to be in areas of heavy tourist traffic, they are mostly off to the side streets in places like Soho and the Meatpacking District. Mostly I’d run into something when I got lost… which was often. GPS did not prove to be my friend. I had a few instances where I tried to position myself on Google Maps and according to my iPhone, I was swimming in the Hudson. I ended up finding a lot of lovely surprises, however when trying to find my way (just like we do in life, huh?). Here is a selection of some of the beauties I captured. I hope you like them.
More information on Shepard Fairey can found here on Artsy.
And so my lovelies, today I complete my first week of work at my new job. Everyone seems really nice. I’m making friends, and I’m hoping I’ll fit in okay. Basically, my job will be that of a junior underwriter. I can’t tell you much about my work as of yet, because I haven’t actually started it yet. What I can tell you is I am thrilled to be rid of my bitchy old boss, the crap hours, and the disrespect. I think this job will be an amazing opportunity for me, and the salary increase certainly doesn’t hurt. What’s also cool is I work right next to a library. I spend my lunch browsing through books and magazines. I can’t possibly imagine a better “break room.”
This new job is most definitely a step up, another stepping stone, until one day I feel confident enough that I will be able to do things on my own. I sometimes wonder if that will ever happen. I have come a really long way since I came back to the US, but I still have moments when I feel absolutely crippled. It was just the other day that I was in a pool of tears because I felt like everyone ended up with their “happily ever after” while I was left behind. There are times when I look in the mirror and see someone who is alone and getting older and less desirable by the day. Let’s be real, a good heart will only get a woman so far. Then I stop myself, “It will be okay” I say to the person looking back at me, “I didn’t come this far to turn back now. Somewhere I will find love and happiness again… or if that fails, perhaps some cookies.”