First day in the big city. It's ... well, scary. Single woman, new city—it's the sort of thing you hear horror stories about, y'know? Fortunately, I found someone who knows her way around—she says she's happy to show me the ropes! She was actually the first person I met ... I don't know why she was hanging around the bus station, but it felt like it would be rude to ask, especially when she was being so friendly.
Her name's Victoria—she says she's lived here for almost five years, and that if I like, I can crash at her place until I find somewhere more permanent. I can't believe how lucky I was that the first person I see in New York was so nice...
At first I was a bit iffy about it ... I'd just met her, after all ... but after I'd talked to her for a bit, I had to admit to myself it made sense. She's really pretty, too—I can't imagine her doing anything untoward, y'know? She's got such beautiful big eyes ... I could stare at them for hours...
Wow! Spaced out there a little. Anyway, I'm writing this from her apartment—she lives with her boyfriend, Steve. He seems nice enough. They said that in return for helping out around the house, I can stay here until I find my own place. I don't know why I was so worried about the move—if the whole city is full of people like this, I know I'm going to have a great time!
I'm going to help make dinner tonight, and then tomorrow I'll quickly vacuum before I head out and start looking for work. Considering how nice this spare room is, I feel bad for not helping out more, but Victoria and Steve (her bf) say that it's fine, and that as long as I don't eat them out of house and home (lol! Though people do tell me that for such a tiny girl, I have a pretty big appetite... ) they're happy to have me. Victoria even proof-read my resume and printed it out for me.
Thank God for the kindness of strangers!
I'm writing this from a bus, heading back to Victoria's place. Got to admit, my spirits are a bit low—it seems that Victoria and Steve are the exception, not the rule. I literally had a door slammed in my face today while job-searching ... I thought that sort of thing only ever happened in movies! I almost couldn't believe it—in 20 years back home, I never had a stranger so much as frown at me, let alone slam a door in my face.
Sorry, had to stop for a while then. I was afraid that I was going to cry ... wouldn't that be pathetic? One day in the city reduces me to crying on a bus. Anyway, I'm going to try to look on the bright side—I found an unbelievably cheap grocery store—they weren't hiring, but I picked up some ingredients for dinner. Cooking always cheers me up, and by the looks of it, I might have to take advantage of Steve and Victoria's offer for a little while, so I want to impress them early on! Last thing I'd want to do is feel like a burden.
Might write some more tonight, depending on how I feel.
It's night now. Victoria and Steve were overjoyed with the meal I made them—it was just my mom's basic sausage pasta, but they seemed really impressed. They sort of had a weird smirk on their face when they were complimenting me, but I figure I'm just tired and overthinking things. Victoria was home when I got there, and we had another big chat. She's really pretty—I can see why Steve is so into her. He practically worships the ground she walks on.
We ended up having a big chat, and I've got to admit—it really cheered me up! She's just so genuinely sweet. I can't even remember what we talked about, but after a couple of hours of chatting, just staring into those huge eyes of hers, it was like my worries had been wiped clean. Cooking really helped as well—I just feel so much better when I'm doing something with my hands. The kitchen was really hot, so I ended up making most of the meal without my clothes on.
Part of me feels like I should spend tomorrow looking for somewhere to live, but honestly ... money is a bigger worry right now. And since Steve and Victoria insist that they don't mind me staying, finding a job really needs to be my focus at the moment.
Haha, I just noticed that I totally forgot to put my clothes back on after I finished cooking. The stress of living in a big city must be getting to me! Anyway, Victoria mentioned that she sleeps nude, so I figure I might try it. A bit naughty, I know, but I'm in the big apple now! Maybe this is the start of a brand new Yasmine!
(I hope not! I really like the old Yasmine. :P)
Anyway, I should get some rest.
Woke up early, and wandered out into the kitchen without really thinking. Victoria and Steve were both there, and as soon as I saw the look on their faces, I turned bright red—I'd walked out without getting dressed! I was so, so embarrassed, but fortunately Victoria was really cool about it. Seriously, a part of me was ready to just move straight out and never look back, but she asked Steve to leave (going to be honest—he was pretty openly checking me out. Ew.) and sat me down to reassure me.
It's so easy to lose track of the time when I'm talking to Victoria—I normally get up at like 7, 7:30, but the next time I looked at the clock, it was past 9! No wonder my stomach was growling. I just kept on apologizing, and she kept on telling me that it was fine. Eventually, I made her promise that she'd walk around naked sometimes as well ... honestly, it was the only way that I could face them again!
She laughed and agreed straight away, and I don't know what we spent the rest of the time talking about, but I did the dishes (I'm going to be honest—I'm the best houseguest ever) and gave Steve a hug when he left for work, just to make sure that everything was fine between us. It felt weird, my bare boobs pushing against his jacket, but I just remembered that Victoria had said it was absolutely fine.
Victoria left shortly after, and now I'm just hanging around the apartment. I'm still not wearing any clothes, but I figure that's fine. I'll get dressed before I go out, of course.
Today's plan: take some more resumes around to places in the area, and then see if I can find a church. I'd love to be able to find something close ... I wonder if Victoria and Steve have one? I never even thought of asking them.
Before I go, I think I'll quickly vacuum though. And maybe give the oven a clean.
'Til next time!
It's been two days since I last wrote! Wow. I even remember the last time I went this long without writing up my day, but I've just been so busy. Lots of things have happened since last entry—when you hear what I've been up to, you'll understand why I haven't had time to sit down and put pen to paper!
So I've always been a bit of a neat freak. That's something that I've accepted about myself a long time ago. :P Well, the other day, I really took it to an extreme—remember how I was going to go find a church and a job and all that? Yeah, didn't happen...
I must have worked myself into some kind of cleaning frenzy without realizing, because when Victoria and Steve got home—eight HOURS later—I was still going! They just found me there, clearing out the fridge. I didn't even stop to eat.
They didn't mind, of course (they're such sweethearts!) but it was more than a little embarrassing. I blushed, and since I still wasn't wearing any clothes, Steve made a crack about seeing the blush everywhere. (of course, that just made me even MORE embarrassed!)
Steve had brought a meal back from his work (he's security at some kind of club?) and so after we ate, I went straight to bed.
The next morning, I got up early, and made sure to get dressed first thing. Here's the weirdest thing: it actually felt weird, after being naked for so long. Funny how quickly we get used to things, isn't it? I made myself a quick breakfast and slipped out before the others woke up.
So here's another stupid Yasmine moment—I noticed today that my resume has a typo on it. My phone number is one digit off—there's a 7 where there should be a 4. My finger must have slipped or something like that. Durrr!
Obviously there was no point in handing it out until I get it fixed, so I spent my day just seeing the sights. I can't really afford to do anything too fancy, so I just hit up Central Park and saw all the landmarks.
It was so beautiful—if I hadn't left you at home, my dear diary, I would have loved to have just sat there in the middle of Central Park and written my thoughts about all the people. I'm so glad I moved here; I really think it's the best decision I ever made.
Finally, after a few hours of wandering around, I decided to make sure that the day wasn't a total wash, and I headed back to Victoria's neighborhood to see what churches they have in the area. I managed to find a few, but nothing that really spoke to me, y'know? I figure ... and maybe this is stupid ... but when I find the right church, I'll just know. I don't hear the voice of God or anything like that, but when something's right, I feel like He's there with me, hand on my shoulder, just ... just telling me that it's Right.
Anyway, no place that I found made me feel like that, so after a couple of hours of looking, I went home.
.... There is more of this story ...