God Bless America

I’ve come to the country of opportunities, where everything is possible. It’s the city where dreams come true and a place with no barriers other than your own imagination. There is no “jantelag” and no “I live my own life and care only about myself”. You can do whatever you please and no one will stop you.

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First two hours in New York City I was wondering what the f*ck I was doing here. Sat in a taxi with a taxi driver that barely spoke understandable English, that couldn’t find the way to our hostel, which wasn’t so strange because it was located in the ghetto part of Brooklyn.

The ghetto part where people was fighting on the streets, big scary hiphop guys with bling bling looking at you and telling you want they wanna do with you, hearing gunshots and subway stations that is dangerous to enter after midnight.

People that choose to live there ensured us that “you get used to it”. But after spending way to much time getting in to Manhattan and work every day, never knowing when the subway is coming and constantly being afraid of whatever I quickly decided NOT to live there, ever.

So we found a duplex apartment in the middle of Manhattan in East Village and life became much easier. No subway, no ghetto and no danger. I have a 15 minute walk to work, pass at least five Starbucks on my way and I constantly take a taxi because it’s easy, cheap and totally NY. Also because we live six floors up and that is exercise enough. We have access to the rooftop from the apartment with a view covering all of Manhattan: Williamsburg Bridge, Empire State Building and downtown.

But best of all is my internship at Droga5. I’m not gonna say the same thing as everyone else because that is just obvious. Pure brilliance should cover all.

Every day when I walk back home to 13th st, I see the Live Well sign from far away, I know that’s what I’m doing and I’m finally home.

Madonna