The May 6th Moment

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Let’s talk about May 6th.  Do you ever have those days that are, simply put, a whirlwind?  Those days where everything is moving so fast, you can’t help yourself but to get swept away with it all.  May 6th was that day. The madness led to one of the greatest moments of peace I have ever experienced.  Let’s rewind for a sec.

I decided I had to stay in NYC.  I am obsessed with this place and I couldn’t bear to leave my home for three months.  So I subletted an apartment that I had never seen, with people I only kinda know.  Honestly a recipe for success if you ask me!

(NYC)

On the morning of May 6th, I was up at 5 am because I was moving out of my apartment that day. I also had hardly packed.  I was out the door by 6:30 am in order to get the coffee I would need to get me through this day.  For the past 9 months, I have been living above a Starbucks, so even the worst days are okay because having a Starbucks downstairs is probably one of my life’s greatest blessings.  They messed up my order, but no worries, everyone makes mistakes and It’s not like I run solely on coffee or anything! (that’s what I told myself as I walked out the door into a day that would not be forgiving to the coffeeless)

(the Starbucks I live above)

(not the actual coffee)

 It was graduation day, and I was one of the event’s videographers so I ran to the college to help my coworkers/besties grab all the gear we would need.  We packed it up and hopped into an Uber XL headed towards St. Georges on 16th.  The event lasted several hours and I spent the time running around getting shots for a short.

 At 12, I helped pack up the camera gear and left for home with my boyfriend.  We got back to 15L and began packing up everything I own.  You don’t really realize how much you own until you pile it in the center of your apartment.  Two of my friends from church came by to help me move.  We spent half an hour getting some things in boxes and then began the process of taking everything I own to the side of the street.  It was windy and chilly and Dean, Soojin, and Nathan happily helped me pack everything into an Uber XL.  

(Luggage was stacked at the bottom of this building)

A 9 minute and 10 dollar ride later and we rolled up to my new home.  I still had never seen the place and after carrying everything to the apartment, we were greeted with high ceilings, large windows, and exposed brick.  My perch is above the living room in a loft with some precarious stairs that I am 95% sure will lead to me being carted to the hospital, but more on that when it happens.  It took about 2 hours and only one rip in my tights to move, which in NYC is kinda unheard of.

 I said goodbye to my wonderful friends and booked it back to my old apartment to clean like a madwoman until checkout in 30 minutes.  I had managed to forget a drawer of clothing and stuffed all of it into a bag as I cleaned the scuffed white walls with a magic eraser.  Checkout went smoothly and my roommates and I ran around our empty 15L taking selfies and making confessions of stupid things we had done in the space.  We closed the door and went down to hug it out till we parted for the summer.

At this point, I hadn’t eaten all day and had to head to my nannying job in 45 minutes.  I did what any sane person would do and called a Via while I ran to Leo’s to get a cinnamon raisin bagel with strawberry cream cheese.  I hopped in a car back to my new place and sat on the couch for 5 minutes while I inhaled my bagel.  After my break, I changed into some new tights, as mine were destroyed, and ran out the door.

(Leo’s Bagels)

    I hopped on the 1 and arrived at the sweetest apartment in the West Village to hang out with the little girl I nanny.  She had a friend over for a sleepover and they made me slime and asked me advice on boys.  We ate dinner and then spent the evening outside.  The two girls rode scooters down the sidewalk as I ran behind with the poodle, Buster.  We raced to Washington Square Park and I sat on a bench and chatted with an old woman while the two girls spun around the field in front of me.  We made it home before nightfall and scooped sundaes in the kitchen.  As we were sitting on the couch, dog on my lap, and ice cream in my hand, I couldn’t help this overwhelming feeling of contentment and it almost made my head spin.

I have been living in this city for 10 months and in that time I have been blessed with the deepest, fullest, and most lovely relationships I have ever had in my whole life.  I have built a little community for myself of friends who skipped an art fair to help me move, roommates who comforted me while I cried on the floor over a boy, and who brought me ice-cream when I was too sick to leave the couch.  People who walked me to urgent care in the middle of the night and who spent mornings with me eating pancakes and drinking Gregory’s finest.  May 6th was a day when I was hit with the purest form of fulfillment I have ever felt.  Everyone needs a May 6th moment.  That moment when you choose to see the immense amount of good in your life and watch the effects of the cup that overflows.  Once you find that, don’t let it slip away, because there is nothing more beautiful than feeling truly content.

(Brunch Bunch)
(Mae Bae)
(F R I E N D S)

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