I had a day off today so I made the most of it and went downtown. DMV stuff is more slow-going than expected because… it’s DMV stuff. I used the metro and dressed cutely with a hoodie wrapped around my shoulders. I looked very preppy. Sad Gal Riri gave me her metro card so I wouldn’t have to buy one. I didn’t get lost or pay the wrong amount. I had my water bottle, but no food because I was in a rush to the station. I made it to the Broad with two hours to spare and I got to take in all the Warhols, Lichtensteins, and Harings. I went outside and sat in the grass and spilled water all over my hoodie and bag. I wrote a little. (Something like, “art is nice, but a little forgettable.”) And then I walked to Grand Central Market, where I didn’t spend any money, got back to the metro, and went home. I read my book while standing. I walked back. I ate leftover poké and grapes and hummus and pita chips.
I had a really good day. I get a lot of energy from doing things by myself. I get to do what I want, go where I want, think what I want. It’s like I was raised so dependent on my grandma, but at the same time very independent from everyone else. And now, the independency has grown. The power is great. The feeling is great.
It’s only been a bit over a month since I’ve gotten here. People always ask me why I moved and I used to tell them because my friend lived out here and she told me to come. Now I just tell them because I can do that shit. I’m going to see Lauren again this weekend so that’ll be another nice metro day. I’ll dress lowkey, since I’ll be traveling late and all by my lonesome again.
I’m still pretty happy.
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