Here I am again. Back to Spinsterville.
I’m sitting at my desk, writing and drinking mocha infused coffee (made with an INDIVIDUAL coffee maker). I’m wearing a cardigan because it’s a little chilly in here #grannyswag. I live in a student residence hall because it’s fully furnished, cheap(er), and close to the city (not to mention, it comes with a TV). Living in a double room all by myself, I get to look at an empty bed across from me and listen to all the other rooms become filled with laughter and friendship. The best part is, I get two closets #gayboyswag.
It was definitely my choice to live in a double room by myself. I really do treasure my lonesome time. But it’s going to be a little difficult to make friends in this building since I don’t live with anyone. Did I mention my room is at the end of the hall in the corner? Yeah, people probably walk past it and think, “Oh that’s where the old spinster lady lives. She’s been here for fifty years.”
It’s only been two days and I already feel lonely. And I feel sad because I kind of left something back in Arizona…well someone, rather. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything too cray cray, but of course, right when my spinster life starts to become a thing of the past, I move all the way across the country.
Things were going great. Really, they were. Being a bold bitch was “The Rise” and I suppose this part of my life is where I fall again. I’ll just have to bank on making a great comeback. I’m being really overdramatic for no reason though, I have to be like, “BITCH. You’re living in New York!” I mean, my first day of interning at CNN is tomorrow. Things could be a lot worse.
I’m a nervous wreck, however, when I did theater, the more nervous I was before a show, the better I performed. It’s like my friend Natalie says, “If your dreams don’t scare you, they aren’t big enough.” I keep telling myself that, because quite frankly, I’m scared shit-less.
I hear there’s a mixer thingy in my building tonight. I guess I will go. Maybe I’ll make some friends.
xoxo Robby Rob