Yesterday, someone asked me how I've changed since I first moved to New York.
I've made mistakes, but I've learned from them.
My friendships are different. I've gained a lot and lost a few. Some have gotten better and some have gotten worse.
I clean more.
I no longer hope that boys will talk to me in bars. No good has ever come from it.
I'm equally as dependent on my family.
I have a thicker skin.
I'm more agressive and outspoken.
My immune system has weakened.
I shop less - quality over quantity.
The novelty of having food other than pizza delivered has worn off. I eat out more or I whip something up.
I've let people go - whether they know it or not.
I do my own nails now.
I know exactly what I want.
And... I'm still single. But I'm hopeful, which is certainly the biggest and best change of all.