Starting on Monday, September 6, 2010 (at 4:00 in the morning, so technically Sunday, September 5), I started taking a picture of something that made me happy every day. My Project Happiness 365 started as a proactive act on my part to ward off deep depression. It was spurred by heartbreak as an effort to pull myself out of the wreckage, but now it's fueled by gratitude and a desire to find the beauty in everyday, "mundane" life. This is my honest, vulnerable journey from Hot Mess to Winning. I hope this helps. Oh, and if you're in pain, good; that means you put your whole heart into something. And if you think it won't ever get better, I promise it will. Here's my proof.

363. New York City

I AM LIVING IN NEW YORK CITY. I’M SO HAPPY I COULD SHART. Well, let’s be honest: sharting doesn’t require any occasion. Sharting comes no matter the season, no matter the emotion. So. Shart on that.


Let me tell you the journey.

First, I packed until one in the morning. I had some setbacks this week, but I PACKED. HAHA. And then I went to bed at one… and I got up at four. Never do that. It hurts. My stomach hurts really bad when I don’t get enough sleep. But it doesn’t matter cuz I was moving to New York City. GOD. Still can’t get over it. Oh my god, NYC is my version of Genito’s Gaga… or Caity’s Glee. Holy shit. I FOUND SOMETHING I REALLY LOVE. (don’t get ahead of yourself James. ) Ok. Back on track.

I flew into Milwaukee. My plane left Madison at 5:55 am. (barf balls). We arrived in Milwaukee and had breakfast… and I saw a man drinking a 22 oz beer at 7 am. Good lord. I’m disgusted and impressed. Good for you, sir. You go, Glen Coco!

Then we flew into LaGuardia. We got here at like 11:30 am. Then we took a taxi to my NEW APARTMENT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. Ok. So we got here, and Adam came down and let me in. And he showed me the place. So I dropped off my bags, and then we showed me where the subway is and where the grocery store is. He showed me the best pastry bakery he’s ever been to. He told me there’s an Express by where I live. UGH. And then I bought my MetroPass! AH. Well, my mom did cuz it wouldn’t accept my credit card… which, ya know, wasn’t a good feeling. But i made it up to her cuz I bought us Chinese that night. AHAHHAHAHAHAH!!!

OK. And then Adam told us how to get to Ikea. So. We took the N train to 42nd Street. Then we took the 1 down to Battery Park. Then we took the water taxi to Ikea in Brooklyn. THEN WE WANDERED THAT MASSIVE STORE FOR HOURS. I picked out a loft (yea, I decided on a loft cuz I’m gonna be in my room alone for a bit, and the bunk beds were tragic and the LOFT WAS ADORBS). I picked out a mattress (it’s not in stock until next week.. I’ll get back to that), and I picked out two chairs for my room. So I carried back one of the chairs and my mom carried back two cushions (we’re going back Sunday). I passed out on the subway (HEAVEN). We finally made it home. We watched an old episode of Rachel Maddow and ate Chinese (thanks Drew for, a website that shows you all the food places nearby that deliver. HEAVEN’S BALLS!). And then we went to sleep in this hot-as-fuck apartment. but I don’t care! I could see the future in my sweaty forehead and it looked bright, bitch. Bright as a bitch.

We slept on the floor. I don’t have a mattress, but we have these cushions for my chairs.. which I only have one of cuz I couldn’t carry two. But I don’t care I don’t care I don’t care.

so many things to be worried about but so many things to be SO HAPPY ABOUT.

I love my apartment. My room is kinda big. So I hope someone wants to share it with me for a few months! (let me know if you know anyone). It’s awesome here. Life is so awesome.

Oh, and I found this to-do list on my fridge….
 Well I better get on this list cuz according to it, I have a LOT of stuff to do. Including:


EEK. And my mommy and I might see a show on Sunday. EEK. I COULD DIE. I.AM.DEAD. I AM DYING OF BLISS.

Oh, and I insist on paying for everything on my own. I’m an adult now. It’s time to man up. Tengo demasiado orgullo. (I have too much pride). Maybe I’m an idiot. Or maybe I’m a winner.

You win some, you lose some? Never. YOU WIN SOME, YOU WIN SOME.

“You’re a 10. And you don’t deserve anything less.”
~Miss Sara Newcomb Bartlett, the classiest broad

(please Jesus let me beautiful like her)





Comments on: "363. New York City" (1)

  1. “Best bakery” aka Cannoli’s!!
    So glad you’re safe!!
    Go be fabulous in NYC!

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