New York 31/07/12 - Day 6
Yesterday began as another off-day but didn’t end that way.
Erryone felt tired and lazy so we started to watch Batman Begins before the arrival of cleaners to the flat meant we had to vacate and take up residence in a diner. I had deep-fried ravioli. Yes, I lived to tell the tale.
Afterwards we returned flatwards and after more supine snoozing, Mimi, Jamie and I headed to The Highline to find dinner and take photos, whilst Rob sweated out a mystery illness on the couch.
It was my most prolific photo-taking session so far, as you can see from the various snaps I’ve uploaded. Afterwards the three of us went for pizza and wine and for the most part of the meal everything was right and nothing hurt. We were frantically dipping parts of the pizza in olive oil and parmesan, chugging vino like there was no tomorrow, intermittently smoking and, in the end, chowing down on homemade tiramisu like calories were nothing.

I should have known better than to drink with such gay abandon because of course the depression set in at a certain point. At first it was manageable, but then, on the 4 mile walk home, I started to lag behind, sulking, unwilling and unable to talk to my compatriots. A visit to the 5th Avenue branch of my former workplace forced me to smile and be cordial and brought me out of my funk, but I still wasn’t happy until I got home and was able to skype John-James shortly.
Having a tour of my former workplace verified two things to me: firstly, no matter how miserable that job made me, I made some wonderful friends. I wouldn’t be in New York right now if it weren’t for the friends I made during my time there. But secondly, I made the right decision in resigning, even if it was sort of under pressure. To still be stuck in that job even after it started to make me resent the experience of living would have been a mistake.
Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling less terrible. The sun shines. I am alive. I may be getting an impromptu tattoo today, which is exciting. And the world keeps turning.

New York 31/07/12 - Day 6

Yesterday began as another off-day but didn’t end that way.

Erryone felt tired and lazy so we started to watch Batman Begins before the arrival of cleaners to the flat meant we had to vacate and take up residence in a diner. I had deep-fried ravioli. Yes, I lived to tell the tale.

Afterwards we returned flatwards and after more supine snoozing, Mimi, Jamie and I headed to The Highline to find dinner and take photos, whilst Rob sweated out a mystery illness on the couch.

It was my most prolific photo-taking session so far, as you can see from the various snaps I’ve uploaded. Afterwards the three of us went for pizza and wine and for the most part of the meal everything was right and nothing hurt. We were frantically dipping parts of the pizza in olive oil and parmesan, chugging vino like there was no tomorrow, intermittently smoking and, in the end, chowing down on homemade tiramisu like calories were nothing.

I should have known better than to drink with such gay abandon because of course the depression set in at a certain point. At first it was manageable, but then, on the 4 mile walk home, I started to lag behind, sulking, unwilling and unable to talk to my compatriots. A visit to the 5th Avenue branch of my former workplace forced me to smile and be cordial and brought me out of my funk, but I still wasn’t happy until I got home and was able to skype John-James shortly.

Having a tour of my former workplace verified two things to me: firstly, no matter how miserable that job made me, I made some wonderful friends. I wouldn’t be in New York right now if it weren’t for the friends I made during my time there. But secondly, I made the right decision in resigning, even if it was sort of under pressure. To still be stuck in that job even after it started to make me resent the experience of living would have been a mistake.

Anyway, I woke up this morning feeling less terrible. The sun shines. I am alive. I may be getting an impromptu tattoo today, which is exciting. And the world keeps turning.