Rachel Young

friday, august 10, 2001

Praise God! Hallelujah, it’s finally raining here in New York! And it feels sooooooo good.

Not that it really matters, because I’ve been indoors all day. I’ve been scrubbing the bathroom tub and counters, kitchen sink and stovetop, and vacuuming the floors. And once I was satisfied with the results, I spent the remainder of the day practicing my guitar. I’m building the calluses on my fingers again—which isn’t a good thing. It means I haven’t been practicing at all.

But with my roommate gone for the entire weekend, I can play as much as I want, as loud as I can, and as horribly as I do without anyone complaining.

Well, yesterday I met up with my sister’s boyfriend who was in town for training in the Financial District. First of all, this area of New York and I clash like night and day. It’s definitely not my part of town. Anyway, my sister packed up a few of my things I had forgotten (which I needed ASAP) and JT played delivery man yesterday. I met up with him at the first floor of his building, and how amusing it was to see him carrying a bright orange Esprit bag with the tip of an ironing board sticking out of it. I was thankful he went through all this trouble for me and felt bad for making him carry it around. Today, I received an email from him addressed to both my sister and I: “Also, if I am going to take stuff up there, can I have a more manly bag to carry it around in? It was quite embarrassing to walk around with my esprit bag and a ironing board hanging out of it.”

The things friends will do for each other. =)

Before his training session started, JT and I grabbed a seat in the café downstairs and spent a few minutes catching up. For some reason, it seems I haven’t seen him in ages and that I’ve been in New York much longer than I actually have been. It’s probably because I’ve been talking about moving here for so long.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” JT commented. He’s good ol’ country folk, and the big city is quite a contrast from the quiet community he’s grown up in his entire life.

“Well, it’s the first time in a long time I’ve actually felt like I’m in the right place,” I said with a smile. All of my friends think the move was relatively quick, but I think it was long overdue months and months ago. Everything about the city just feels so right to me. It’s like finding a good pair of jeans that actually fit every curve of the hip, thigh and arse just the way it’s supposed to. And us women know how nearly impossible that is.

Yep, everything fits just right.

P.S. Jackie Chan is just the cutest Asian man alive (next to my adorable dad of course).

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