I planned a solo trip to visit New York, NY from September 30th thru October 4th, 2015. It was my very first time visiting the city and have always wanted to go most of my life. None of my friends and family could join, either because of money or scheduling conflicts, but I didn’t let that stop me. New York was the place on my to-do list, regardless of anything. My trip was incredibly short, but an unforgettable learning experience. Everything I was told about the city was on par of my expectations, maybe even better.
The energy is so overwhelming! I almost couldn’t contain all the things that were going on all at once. Every street corner you turn, it’s another world. My first day roaming the city, it seemed like I had a permanent smile stuck on my face. I never in my life experienced having to contain my enthusiasm. Even when I got lost, I was still smiling. I decided to be positive and relish the moment to look up at the skyscrapers and all the activities surrounding me. In a big city like this, you are your own individual. It’s a hustle and bustle city. It’s go-go-go. When you are in New York, you don’t fret the small things. No wonder people who live here tend to be successful.
Long before I planned my visit, I actually made it a goal to be on the TODAY Show on NBC, meet Al Roker, and have a photo with him. Waking up at 4:30AM my first day, taking a taxicab from Brooklyn and getting in line at 5AM is so worth it. I didn’t think I’d actually have a chance to do all 3, but I lucked out! If you want to meet the anchors of the TODAY Show, then you gotta wake up early! This was actually the highlight of my visit.
I spent the last day of my trip visiting Chinatown and headed towards Bryant Park, and sadly headed off to Laguardia Airport as my final destination. I’m amazed at how I easily picked up on how the subway system works because I navigated through towns and actually knew where I was going on my last day. My first ever NYC trip was the most I’ve learned in such a short time span. I would definitely love to go back – this time longer.
Below is a raw video I shot at Bryant Park, and it’s a little south of Central Park. I didn’t want to make a fancy New York City tourist video with crazy video edits and background music. If I ever want to show to people what NYC is like, then I should show snippets of the city and the people in it. I honestly had a hard time as a potential tourist to find videos that showed New York, as it really is. Enjoy!
It’s one of the worst feelings you could ever face on the Internet.
I started this blog from the ground up last summer 2014. It was so difficult getting noticed and gaining visitors, as I resisted the urge to spam. I contributed to multiple websites and blogged regularly. I was on a roll…really, I was satisfied with the number of likes and/or comments I would receive on each post, even though it wasn’t that much. People were actually reading my posts and engaged in the material. It was amazing!
Then 2 things happened to me: The worst 9-5 job and a sociopathic relationship. These have hindered my ability to see the real world. I was naive and didn’t think about my passions in the long run. Lesson to learn: Don’t let ANYone or ANYthing get in the way of achieving what it is you want. EVER.
Blogging was like therapy. I could share my ideas and experiences freely. The only person limiting me from self-expression is myself. Now after I have hid myself in the shadows for 9+ months, I have become unknown. People forgot about me. It’s like I have to rebuild what I demolished.
If anyone is out there, I am still alive. I will make it imperative to maintain what it is I started.
By the way, I’m afraid my writing skills went downhill.
There have been a lot of people who told me to consider going to law school. I believe it may be due to my demeanor, analytical thinking and relentless need to resolve problems. Maybe that’s why. I never pictured myself as an attorney growing up, but after putting much thought into it, it doesn’t seem like a bad idea. There’s one major problem: Law School is becoming more of a financial investment rather than professional. I don’t have $150K lying around my house, so this decision shouldn’t be taken lightly.
I don’t know if deciding to apply for law school is a side effect of my quarter-life crisis (I’m 25 now) or what I honestly want to pursue, but I always wind up to the same reasoning:
A law degree only takes 3 years to obtain. Amid the financial constraints, it is a great investment considering the prestige the degree has. It’s not just the degree itself that’s valuable — it’s the fundamental skills that is required to achieve it: critical thinking, analytical, reading, writing, communication, among others. All those skills are vital, whether it’s in the legal industry or not. A law degree is versatile. Even if an employer isn’t looking specifically for someone with a law background, it still let’s the candidate to stand out. Statistics don’t tell the whole story. A law degree says everything. Regardless of the outcome of what a law degree will provide, at least it can serve as an intrinsic reward letting the recipient know they have made a significant accomplishment not everyone can achieve.
As ludicrous as this may sound, I want to go to law school, but I don’t necessarily want to practice. Like I said above, it’s the skills I’m attracted to. Although there are more feasible methods to acquire those skills, I want to undergo the discipline and the painstaking journey in the controlled environment law school provides. I believe it’s the best way to learn.
There’s unlimited things I want to do in my life. I still want to pursue a writing career, but I have to keep reminding myself that I’m still young (according to older people, obviously), and that I should not overthink the logistics of where I’ll be in the x amount of years to come. I recently got hired to work full time at a firm relevant to the legal industry, so I will utilize this experience to grow professionally and personally, as well.
Over these past few weeks my dream of becoming a writer/journalist has fallen into a sudden halt. Don’t worry! This is just a phase! Mentally and physically, my life has been moving in slow motion out of my control. Towards the end of September of this year, I had foot surgery — a failed foot surgery. Since then, I have been anxiously seeking out second opinions, contacting my insurance company, and considering a lawsuit. It has been about a month since the operation and I can’t recall making a significant accomplishment. There’s only so much one can do with a swollen foot, especially when it’s swollen for the wrong reasons. What used to take me less than a minute, now takes me at least five. Foot surgery is hell.
I have been feeling very turbulent – depressed to be exact. I wrote a poem (because that’s what I do when I’m emotional) describing my mixed up feelings about how I should manage my life. I just recently discovered that depression is a common side effect post-surgery, despite me having more than ten. I used to think the depression is caused by weaning off the pain killers. Either way, I concluded I’m depressed for 3 reasons: surgeon fucked up my feet, post-surgery side effect, and no more pain killers (which really made the world seem perfect amid chaos). Well, there are actually more factors involved than what’s stated. This situation causes me to be vulnerable, which adversely affects my executive functioning, which also affects my decision making. It’s a slippery slope I’m trying to get myself out of.
I don’t know what I want to do with my life anymore. I still want to move to NYC and pursue a writing career — my drive and positive attitude has just gone away. It’s my fault for not adequately planning ahead. I was supposed to take a mini vacation to New York City around this time, but instead, I’m hustling around figuring out how to pay my medical bills and finding a second job to make up for my leave of absence. Spending money while not making any is like constantly screaming “Mercy!” when no one can hear — almost reminds me of my financial issues at 16 years old. Maybe a deteriorating bank account is what’s causing the feeling. No money = depression, low drive, hopelessness, the “losing interest in things once enjoyed”?
I’m pretty sure a majority of us bloggers filter out words before we hit that big “Submit” button. Unless we’re some impulsive, overly opinionated writer, we always make sure to omit and create substitutions for words our minds did not actually say. Filtering is a technique to sound somewhat “better” — at least it’s what I do. I take into consideration what my followers, friends and potential employers would think, as a precaution. I don’t want to lose a chance for a legitimate career because I have felt, for a brief moment, emotional on serious subject matter.
But then again…am I being my true self?
There must be a fine line between being true to myself versus what sounds appealing in print. I’ve fought with this many times and concluded that filtering is just plain necessary. I’ve had my share of writing negative blog posts, and the trend responded reasonably – no one was “liking” the post or viewing my blog. Subsequently, people looked at me in a different (darker) light. Days after publishing the post, I start to overanalyze and feel a bit agitated about why on earth would I post such a thing? I go to settings and set it to “private”.
I’m usually very candid about my emotions and experiences, but I found a way to express my feelings in a non-explicit manner without having to sabotage the underlying meaning of the message. The ability to do this is like an art. The greatest way to avoid writing an appalling blog post is to never write while feeling unstable. Take it from me. Anyone can learn to project their reality into the reader’s minds – omitting unnecessary detail – with practice. When I come across a blog with a great amount of negativity, explicitness, and childlike demeanor, I stray away from the blog. I will admit I used to be one of them.
If I want to maintain a level of respect and from my followers, I should take into account my choice of words. I’ll just save the explicit verbiage for my in-person encounters with friends. As I have matured and grown as a writer, I’ve concluded that there are just detailed events the world does not need to know.