There are Maya birds in New York. At least that’s what I thin they are. Aside from these things that remind me of home, there are a lot of nice people. Danielle told me about the second had book corner that comes to Woodside. I saw it. It’s real. Any book for a dollar. I bought City of God by St. Augustine. I feel like an idiot thinking that it was Confessions but then again I’d take anything by St. Augustine.
I went to Duane Reade (almost everyday) to buy a folder to put my resume in. I had a few printed. I should have gotten one copy printed then photocopied half a dozen more but it’s okay. I went to a Korean owned laundry place to have the stuff printed.
It isn’t as hot today. Yesterday was horrible. Great for yoga, but oh my goodness it was just so hot. My toiletries were hot. My towel was hot. Then we went out to head to Roosevelt island for Connect group. It rained. My Filipino sense of weather told Danielle “if it’s raining here, it might not be raining there.” True to our good luck, it wasn’t raining when we got to Roosevelt although a lot of the people with us actually dealt with it.
Earlier while waiting for the 7 train, I said It can’t be raining. I shouldn’t be raining. I’ve been looking forward to this and I want to meet new people. Please please pleasepleasepleaseplease. As and you shall receive.
The people at the connect group are wonderful. The place is almost as big as our unit 807 in Alabang but with an extra room. It was the most people at a Connect group ever. We did a round of introductions along with an embarrassing story. Here are my top 3:
Favorite story 3: This guy was texting and driving at night. He wasn’t drunk but he was out late. The other part of this story is a rock that’s about chest high. This rock sits at the side of the road. So he texting and driving and before he knew it, he found himself on top of the rock. Well, himself still in the car which was on top of the rock. We can’t ask him how he remembers how that happened and apparently, that’s how dangerous it is. The embarrassing part was that other cars would stop, say hi, take pictures and drive off. I’m having difficulty looking that up.
Favorite story 2:This story is from the brother of the guy from the previous story. He plays the piano at school, which was a Catholic school. It was mass but for some reason during the mass, they were playing regular praise music. So he keeps playing whike the entire school sings. Then his fingers froze. Like his fingers froze to his hands turning them into blocks of wood attached to his wrists. The entire school body stops singing but he kept playing with plank hands.
Top 1, which is short, I promise: Evelyn left a message for her pastor on his machine. It was a long message and when she ended it, she closed with “in Jesus’ name, Amen” then she hung up which was when she realized it.
Today isn’t as hot. I sat at the park for a while to read. A lady stood at the fountain and wet her hair. Two men met up two benches away from me and one of them remarked at how early the other one got the place. There were kids going a field trip. The teacher was getting them in a line just in time for them to cross the street. They even made a little chant as they crossed. Mothers chanted along with them. Someone stuck about two loaves of french bread in one of the bushes at the park for the birds to eat. If Jesus cares for the birds, I should be okay.
Apparently, I left my water at Duane Read, which right next to the park. I was able to get it back. Nice person #1 was not at the counter but she did remember me and that there was a water bottle left at her counter. I crossed the street going home and this middle aged Argentinian man crossing with me started talking to me “Are you following me?” I laughed and said no. “Do I look familiar to you?” I asked. He said no but asked if I was new in the neighborhood. I said no and that I moved in last week. Saying that I was from the Philippines, he talked about having a Filipino brother in law which is cool. He welcomed me to the neighborhood, introduced himself as Frankie (Italian?) and wished me a nice day. Nice person #2. I walked back home successfully, but I had a problem with my keys. I should be labeling them. Hashi, the Tibetan from the first floor and nice person #3, was out smoking and offered to help me out.
Then joy of joys and terror of terrors. Andy from the Shakespeare Gym emails me about the Intro to Shakespeare class. I don’t need to bring anything, but I’ll have to be dressed comfortably like any good acting teacher would tell you to do, which was all great…until I was washed with terror at the thought of doing the trains alone. I’m looking at directions and it’s all Greek. I will not give up though: Tito Momong, self proclaimed escort to new Filipinos in these parts and friend to my dad back in Bangued, Abra, should be nice enough to hold my hand along the way. Oh adventure!
Cabin fever be gone! I got my keys yesterday. It’s a set of 4: room, floor entrance, main door, gate door. Danielle has two more which are hardly ever used anyway: door for the “girls area” and closet outside our room.
We share the apartment with Jose the Mexican, Daniel the Chinese NYU MA Graduate, Junya the Japanese ESL student and a mother and daughter from China. The place is clean and the neighborhood is quiet. We live near the train but it’s not too near to be noisy.
I sent out resumes online. I sent out so much I lost count, but probably not as much as there are fingers and toes on me. I’m looking at working at the Jollibee or at a bakery nearby.
The days have been up and down. Yesterday was a downer. I woke up, turned on my computer and there was no internet. That got me scared. At the time, I haven’t gotten my keys and the room was starting to close in. That and other stuff made me worry.
Talking to Rod yesterday made me cry. Well, talking to anyone from home makes me cry. Rod is so sentimental but he hides it in little packages. I message mom on Facebook pretty much everyday. I’ve forgotten how much talking to Mom everyday was so vital. She’s made of tough love and toughness. Meanwhile, Dad must be still crying.
The antidote to yesterday’s downer was reading up on the theater business. I read and read and read. I took notes even. Reading up lifted my spirits. I felt hope. Then I played my vocalies.
I didn’t end up vocalizing though. I was listening to sir. What little time his voice had on that 20 minute audio file was comforting. I have a little piece of him. And that was good.
Today I got over the fear of having the wrong keys. I walked around Woodside. I passed under the train, walked into a beauty store, bought thank you cards and went to a bank. My boat freshness was exposed to the lady I talked to at the Chase bank. I didn’t have any other ID than my passport and that isn’t enough for opening an account. I still need to go to back to the bank and I still have to buy postage stamps.
I got lost on the way home. I know that my street is the 62nd. But I reached a dead end without finding my house number, which was 40-61. I was at the 30’s. Crap, right? So I turned around. It was hot. Like Manila hot in the height of summer. Sure there is no humidity but STILL. I walked back to 61st, passed under the train, crossed a street somewhere and found a landmark: NoLas salon. Then the Irish pub. Then the Thai noodle place. Then the familiar red brick buildings. Then the Church of the Latter Day Saints also in red brick.
In the yard next to the church was small patch of lush green with a small tree growing from a corner and snuggle covering the plot with its shade. In the middle of all the green was a cat. A black cat with yellow eyes. It was obviously out there for something. I approached the church entrance and there was a squirrel. It was in the middle of its occupation of digging when it saw me. It startled a bit then went back digging. I’m worried about the squirrel. He might have known that there was a cat nearby. I hope he is safe.
Tonight should be fun. Danielle and I are going to a Connect group. A Connect group is like a Bible study group/small group gathering with Hillsong church. We’re bringing celery and ranch dressing. There will be people at this gathering. New people! New friends! I am so ecstatic about that like you have no idea.
Thus ends my first New York blog post. It’s a new world and feel like “wth did I just do last week?!” I miss you guys. You know who you are.