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I felt liberated and inspired, intoxicated by the notion that anything was possible now that I was going to be living in this magical city. After we did the long-distance relationship thing for a while, the topic of me moving to New York came up. I was already packing mentally 30 seconds into the conversation. Back in the real world a few days later, I dropped all my classes at UNCW, began the process of transferring to Fordham College at Lincoln Center, and starting packing my belongings for real.
Luckily the boyfriend had scored a sweet little apartment on th and Amsterdam, in a building with a doorman and a nice restaurant on the top floor called The Terrace, through some impossible magic of Columbia student housing. With safe shelter out of the way, my first order of business was finding a job to fill the time and my bank account until I was to begin classes a few months later. I started looking for waitressing work.
For a girl with plenty of restaurant experience who had never had trouble finding a waitressing gig before, this turned out to be surprisingly difficult. After a few weeks of searching, I scored a job in a casual hamburger joint thick in the theater district just off Broadway on 45 th between Sixth and Seventh Avenues. I was both thrilled and terrified to be given this opportunity. Tables were so close together you could reach out a take a sip of the beer your fellow restaurant patron was enjoying at the next table over as easily as eating a French fry off of your very own plate.
Navigating the cramped spaces between tables to deliver food and drinks was dicey. I was forever worried that my butt was in the face of some unsuspecting restaurant patron trying to enjoy their burger and curly fries as I delivered a quesadilla to their neighbors at the next table over.
But I was in hog heaven, as we say in the South. The vague suffocation I felt when I lived in the South began to dissipate. The frequent celebrity sightings, whose frequency made them ordinary. The constant barrage of people asking for money. The ever present noise of sirens and car horns at all times of the day and night. Getting shat on by a pigeon as you made your way across 45 th street just after crossing Broadway.