Here is an first official post for the Small Girls blog. It's still a draft so don't judge, but I thought I would let you all see it first.
I have officially been a Small Girl for 2 weeks now. That’s a weird sentence to write when you are 5 foot 9 inches tall. The last time I considered myself small I was about 10 years old. Ha ha! But anyways, I am proud to be “small” again.
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Annie, yes, like “the sun will come out tomorrow”, one of the newest members of Small Girls PR. Fun facts: I love dancing in the rain, eating green olives and I hate birds. I came all the way from Utah (no, I’m not Mormon) to find my way in the big city. And so far, I LOVE IT!
May has been a crazy month for me. I graduated from Utah State University on Cinco De Mayo with a degree in Journalism emphasizing Public Relations and almost immediately after, flew to New York. I’ll admit that I was completely terrified and couldn’t sleep much for about a week, which is probably how I caught strep throat within a day of my arrival. I had to miss my second day at Small Girls because I was sick in bed.
However, from there things have only gone up! I don’t even know where to begin to write about everything I have learned as a new resident of Brookyln. The best I can do is list a few observations I have made thus far:
1. Underground Disneyland: For you local readers, this is going to sound ridiculous, but I actually kinda like taking the subway (sometimes). I was standing at my dirty, neighborhood “R train” stop and I heard the train coming, the tracks started shaking and everyone became a little more alert. I could smell and feel the heat from the sparks. Now to most of you this sounds disgusting and probably a little weird, but at that moment I felt like I was at Disneyland. Standing impatiently in line waiting with strangers to get on an old, nearly broken ride. I try to remember that excitement every time I get nauseous from motion sickness on my way to work in the mornings.
2. City Smells: My nose is going crazy in this city. That might sound weird but I swear all my senses are heightened here, especially smells. Every step you take is something, New York Pizza, strong body odor, fresh cut flowers, etc. It almost feels like the city is just too small to contain them all so you are forced to take it all in. I guess it’s understandable, anywhere else the scents would just drift away but here, everything is so packed together. I have also gained a whole new respect for garbage men. In New York they actually get out of the truck in front of each individual house and pick up the trash by hand. They make being a trash man in Utah look glamorous.
3. The commute: This is still something I am getting used to. In Logan (the small town where I went to school) the very furthest commute possible, from one end of town to the other, took about 10 minutes. Max. Every morning I spend an hour + getting to work. I’m not complaining though, riding a subway is fairly relaxing. It is interesting to think of all that wasted time though, I read on the train today that if you commute an hour a day every day for one year you end up losing 10 days worth of free time out of that year. Crazy to think about.
Ok, ok. Enough of my ramblings. I could go on for days if I wanted to. I love it in New York. I have met the kindest, most welcoming people and I am thrilled to be here. Everyday is a new adventure and I don’t think I could ever tire of the excitement.
With that being said, bring on the pictures:
Our very first night. Time Square!
Water taxi ride under the Brooklyn Bridge.
Tiffany & Co. Duh!
We LOVE New York Pizza.
Instant Yankee fan.
Such A Rush. Small Girls approved.
Just 4 friends on the beach.