Anyways I'm back in New York now and it is pretty funking different. I miss my volcano. At the ranch I became addicted to Yerba Mate and today my only goal was to find some. Went on the super sonic internet and found some places. There was three stores in Jackson Heights that some girl had posted on some discussion board that said they had some. So I charged my Ipod put on some new beats I had just acquired and set out. Took the One to 42nd then the 7 to 82nd Street-Jackson Heights. With Chromeo playing in my brain I stepped off the subway to Roosevelt Avenue and felt finally at ease. All the tiendas were in Spanish and everyone and their mother on the street was hablando en espanol. I had never been in that part of the city and I loved it. With the subway going over the street and tons of people and shops and madness, and spanish. Walked to the first store on my list, didn't exist so I got a little worried but only had to walk about five feet to see that every other store was a hispanic or foreign foods supermarket. Needless to say after that it was relatively easy to find mate. I went to a few supermarkets and the other stores on my list to find the cheapest one. They didn't have the brand I wanted, Amanda or Pipore, but heard Cruz La Malta was good so got some a that and some of the real good stuff Rosemonte. Traveling threw the streets helped 2 guys out of the snow, a woman get cherrios (she was too short) in the supermarket all in spanish, and ordered my mate in spanish, was about to buy an empanada but only had enough plata for my 6 kilos of Yerba. Although everything was in New York it felt good to speak and the feel was still like a little South America.
Living in New York....so since I been away my parents sold the house in my suburban bubble and bought a great beautiful place in the city, really it is amazing and love living in it, you the man pops. But New York life is fast, sometimes a bit too fast. I don't think I have culture shock but definitely don't feel easy here yet. It is as if I'm just trying to keep up but barely can. It's hard to even speak sometimes because every else is like in "fast forward", thanks robbe. But I had an amazing welcome from my friends with beer and wings, what I had been dreaming about for a while. Saw some Hamilton buddies Friday and was going to see more that night but lets just say I was really exhausted and needed to go home early, sorry bros. Funny when people ask about my trip, it's like when you come home after summer or winter break and do the whole, "so how was it?" "great?" "wow where'd you go?" "thats so cool, now what are you going to do?" Ppppsssshhhhhbbblllaaaaarrrggg (thats me envisioning myself barfing on the person in front of me) No offense to anyone who asked me that I understand it is the social guideline of question one must ask to another after a long period of not talking, shit that's what I do, we all do it, and it's weird because everyone feels pretty much the same way about it. We should just ask those questions right when we see someone boom boom boom, then after those questions are out, we can have a beer and talk about more important things like... look at the brunette. Also kind of sucks because everyone is in their grooves now and I am just trying to adapt. I guess I need to do all that jobby stuff and eventually move out of my parents and get my own place, which I will but I feel like everyone did that 8 months ago, can't someone just give me a job and an apartment, Im good with my hands and can lift heavy things. I dunno blah blah blah I hate blogging.
I need to go to VT,
Franke
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