woensdag 4 oktober 2017

Day 5: Rough mornings


📍 Location: Brooklyn Bridge, New York, USA

So far, the mornings are not going a smoothly as I would like them to be. I know now, that if I still haven’t walked out of the door at 7:40, that I’ll probably be late. Probably though. Of course, there’s still a change that things are going so smoothly along the way that it feels like the universe has got your back. So my advise: always believe that you can make it until the point that you enter your classroom 15 minutes late - with a red head and gasping for air. Then you’re fucked.

Well, the New York version of the universe has not got my back. After this morning I know that for sure. I reached that point that I just got so tired of myself. That you realize that you’re stuck with yourself for the rest of your life and don’t know if you're mentally prepared for that.

I left the house at 7:45 (risky, but I like to think that everything is possible). I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet because the gross, fat guy from the other room went just in the bathroom when I wanted to. I’m not kidding, every time he has used the bathroom, the place is covered with these black, curly pubic hairs. On the toilet seat, on the sink, in the shower. It’s disgusting. I wonder what he does in there. No never mind, I don’t even want to think about it.

If you have to start the day with unbrushed teeth and a smelly morning breath, that’s just the sign for you that it isn’t going to be your day. Nothing you can do about it, just accept it.

So before I entered the subway, I quickly went into the deli (yes, look at me growing) to buy a bottle of water and a chicken wrap for lunch. But when I wanted to pay, I realized that I left my wallet at home. Jeeeeesus, how stupid can you be. On that moment, my changes of being on time were minimized. I apologized to the deli man (sorry deli man, I’m just a stupid fuck), ran back home, grabbed my wallet, ran back to the store, paid for the stuff and ran to the subway.

At the time that it was 8:40 and I got lost between my last subway stop and school, I finally gave up. I had to accept that I was late again and that I still hadn’t succeed in being on time since I got here. But as I always say: better late than never. And it’s not that I didn’t tried. This time it wasn’t even my fault. I blame the fat, gross guy with his loose pubic hair.

Fortunately the rest of the day was awesome. My Japanese friends and I went to the iconic Brooklyn Bridge. It was freaking amazing. We stayed there the whole evening. Had dinner at Shake Shack. Living the American life. When it got dark we saw the Brooklyn Bridge and the skyline of New York by night. It’s was beautiful, almost like a dream.

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