I'm starting my journey (over) of becoming a licensed hairstylist. This time in New Jersey. I am the queen of coming up with an idea - usually something way too over the top and not by any means practical - and just running with it. 100% of the time I have no idea of what will happen in the end. My last bright idea after graduating college was to move to New York and become a famous hairstylist. Actually, I didn't even care to be famous, I just wanted to move to New York and do what I loved. I lasted through the 8 month program, getting on a bus at 7am every morning, commuting during one of the most brutal winters, and surprisingly, I loved every minute of it. I graduated at the top of my class, and immediately got a highly respected job at my dream salon. After a few months of 13 hour days, bus passes that were more money than my paycheck, and utter exhaustion, I became overwhelmed with what I had come to know as "real life". I accepted defeat and gave up. I came back to New Jersey with no clue how I'd move on to the next step. I still wanted to do hair, which was obviously not going to happen in New York, but my pride would NEVER allow me to re-enroll in hair school in New Jersey. I went to the fashion capital of the world for a reason people.
Well now, more than a year later, I look back and laugh at myself, because I am currently going to cosmetology school in Central New Jersey. I am trying to be a responsible 26 year old -cough- adult -cough-, but I feel as though I've lost any and all morals/standards I've held for myself throughout my entire life. I've thought about going back to New York, I've interviewed at salons, I've even convinced myself that I wanted to be back in the city. Who am I kidding? I hate the commute. I hate that it's always 20 degrees hotter in Manhattan. I hate that it smells like garbage pretty much everywhere you go. I hate relying on public transportation to get to work on time. I hate being shoulder to shoulder with sweaty people. I think I just hate working in the city. I want to be able to enjoy my time spent there, and unless I hit the lottery, I will never be able to live comfortably in New York. I'll save Manhattan for happy day trips to museums, and special occasion dates at yummy restaurants.
More or less, I might just be complaining about my existence for the next 7 weeks, and this is my apology in advance.
I hope I didn't offend any fellow New Jersians with this post. Oh, who am I kidding, I don't really care.
Well now, more than a year later, I look back and laugh at myself, because I am currently going to cosmetology school in Central New Jersey. I am trying to be a responsible 26 year old -cough- adult -cough-, but I feel as though I've lost any and all morals/standards I've held for myself throughout my entire life. I've thought about going back to New York, I've interviewed at salons, I've even convinced myself that I wanted to be back in the city. Who am I kidding? I hate the commute. I hate that it's always 20 degrees hotter in Manhattan. I hate that it smells like garbage pretty much everywhere you go. I hate relying on public transportation to get to work on time. I hate being shoulder to shoulder with sweaty people. I think I just hate working in the city. I want to be able to enjoy my time spent there, and unless I hit the lottery, I will never be able to live comfortably in New York. I'll save Manhattan for happy day trips to museums, and special occasion dates at yummy restaurants.
More or less, I might just be complaining about my existence for the next 7 weeks, and this is my apology in advance.
I hope I didn't offend any fellow New Jersians with this post. Oh, who am I kidding, I don't really care.
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