Music: "Autumn" by Vivaldi
This might be the most mediocre season in NYC. Summer is the worst. Worse than winter. Except for dead and dying leaves this season lacks personality. People start overdressing because they're excited about wearing their winter clothes a little too early.
Election day was nuts. The result was great. People here are very politically active, active enough to clog every population center and start brawling by midnight.
These were the months that I got used to my situation. The fits of melancholy and homesickness left. The were replaced with the agony of nearly 400 rejected resumes and tales of woe in apartment hunting. I almost had an apartment--I was supposed to have it--but plans fell through on the last day. The places I like usually don't take me. The ones I don't like are rather creepy. Either it is the people (one person won't stop calling me) or the location.
I walked through the (in)famous Queensbridge Projects in the middle of the night on accident. I could have turned back, but I suppose I wanted some excitement. Nothing happened. I was the only person outside.
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