so far, pretty good i guess. monday, i decided to go apply for a job and get aquainted with the city by myself. good thing i am also aquainted with my cell phone or else i would have been lost for a lot longer than i was. i walked and walked. i was all dressed up because i was looking for a job. i wore my new boots.
BACKGROUND: i shopped and shopped for my new boots. i couldn't really afford new boots, but i figured ballet flats wouldn't cut it in snow. so i bought my fantasy dream boots. i loved my new boots. i really did.
at lunchtime, i went to see my old pal brent at his work. brent works at an auction house. there was an auction that day so i watched it. it was very exciting. brent gave me pizza and we looked at the city from the top floor while i ate. my feet hurt. i was glad to sit down.
it was time for me to go, so brent pointed me in the direction i was to walk and i walked. i walked and walked. i had no clue where i was. my feet hurt. i ran across train tracks, i slipped in ice. my feet hurt real bad. it was getting very cold. i had forgotten my hat. i wanted to go home. i wanted sunset blvd. i wanted my green couch and wonderful rooftop. my feet hurt. i just wanted to go home. i pressed on. i only stopped once to sit on a bench because my feet hurt. i walked on. i walked along the river, past the waterworks building and on to the art museum. i finally knew where i was. i crossed kelly drive and up the old staircase and up the giant snowy hill. i could see the mansion, i was almost there. my feet hurt and i couldn't wait to sit again. i struggled to unlock the door because my hand was cold. i finally got it open. the wonderful wall of artificial heat and the equally wonderful and gentle pit bull, bruce, greeted me.
i couldn't wait to rip off my fantasy dream boots. they hurt. upon removing them i couldn't help but notice that my white sock that i was wearing over tights was soaked in blood. not just a little area but a big area of blood,blood, blood. no wonder my feet hurt. i now hate my new boots. they are instruments of the devil.
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3 comments:
once amanda and i got lost in new york. it was late and we were cold and my shoes were a half size too small for my feet, which normally didn't bother me, but as it was cold and i was tired and hungry, it did bother me. it did not, however cause me to bleed. you have me beat there.
hang in there, friend. it will get better.
are you sure you weren't just wearing your red-toed socks?
Emily,
When we first moved to Boston, Steve and I got in a big fight, so in typical Jenn drama style I stormed out of the house and down the street, into the city somewhere and...well had to eat a big piece of humble pie to call Steve and tell him I was lost and couldn't find my way home. I'm sure it was freezing too.
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