I’ve gone out two nights in a row, had a total of six drinks between both nights, & feel shot. Is this what it is to be 24?! Or am I just destined to coffee & bed at 10p for the rest of my life?
Please god. I’m not old yet.
Things I love about Buenos Aires: the fucking cafes. There’s nothing like stopping by to have a cup of coffee before night classes or after them or before going to a morning meeting at work in one of these cafés porteños. I love the classy waiter in white uniform greeting me with a smile, I love the pessimist comments of the old men in the table next to mine, always talking about the economy and the shitty politics, I love seeing the group of old lady friends getting together at 5 o’ clock to celebrate with their friends having outlasted their husbands another day. I love sitting in old wooden chairs that have probably seen my grandparents’ asses flirting with each other back in the forties.
Cities are recycling old and outdated infrastructure in creative new ways
“What Lima lacks in rainfall, it makes up for in humidity. But that mugginess can’t quench a city’s thirst—and that’s where billboards come to the rescue. Peru’s University of Engineering and Technology teamed up with an advertising agency to create signage that produces potable H2O. The system captures water out of the air, filters it through reverse osmosis, and dispenses it through a tap at the base of the sign. The billboard produced 9,450 liters of water in three months. The same group has also created a billboard that purifies the city’s smog-choked air.”
Read about other creative upcycling efforts at Conservation Magazine.
At home in Brooklyn.
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I spy lots of ikea…
After putting in a 10-hour workday, I went home. And continued working. I learned things yesterday. About myself, about my definition of my future, about how hard I can work for something I truly want.
I got a lead yesterday into the future of where I want to go, with the preface: the wheel isn’t made for you. It’s not made for anyone. There’s no pre-made plan. This company isn’t designed to help you go anywhere. You’re gonna have to make the wheel spin yourself.
Challenge accepted? I hurried home & started reading everything I had found. Everything I could get my hands on during my hour lunch break. And with that, I came across the job title: Manufacturing Technician Specialist. To connect the customer’s wants with the design manufactured by the supplier. Ensuring the supplier is inspired & motivated. Visiting the supplier regularly. Ensuring workers are working legally & under safe conditions.
Queue the heavens singing and applauding, tears of relief streaming down my face. Finally, I found what I was meant to do as a grown-up. I found my calling a mere 10 hours ago. I found my passion for helping people (factory workers & customers inspired by design) & the company of my dreams that I work for. Done & done.
Now’s the hard part. I don’t have a degree in this stuff, I’m a “retail worker.” The wheel wasn’t made for me. I’ve already spent over a month trying to get support with no success. So I keep on. I finally found coworkers with contacts in Sweden, with contacts in charge. So here I go, being the crazy 24-year-old inviting the US training manager to dinner next week to talk business. I realize I may have two more steps between now & then. & thank god I have such support & acceptance from N to pursue what I feel inspired by.
Because it’s the passionate people that make it out alive, right?
The neighbor downstairs has sex so loud it’s gotta be fake 24/7 with the windows open, I almost walked out the door at work yesterday, work is getting so toxic I want to rip my hair out, and I’ve been craving ice cream since last Thursday.
The plan is moving coastal next year, with my main work goal being situated in Houston. If that doesn’t pan out, N and I have other cities for me to try to transfer to. Or Russia. There’s always Russia. I have been getting little to no support in switching gears, but I’m more determined than ever. I cried it out, but now I’m in the zone. And no one can stop me.
I have realized that I’m not running away from things like I wanted to a few years ago when I threatened everyone I was buying a one-way ticket to Buenos Aires.
It’s just that I can’t breathe here anymore. I’m stuck. We’re stuck. Minneapolis is a city so beautiful I could cry, the friends that I have left here have been my saving grace, but I have little purpose here anymore. And N supports a change.
So, I have to suck it up and play along with the games for the time being, and work extremely hard at creating the next step. Wish me luck.
I’ve only been gone for a few months, but I’m alive, and well, dreaming of the next adventure: moving with N in 2015.
Five days before we leave:
"N, one last time. Do I need to bring a swimsuit?"
"Yes, you should pack one." (The past four answers were no.)
Hey there $25 expedited shipping for a J. Crew two-piece that cancelled the 20% off discount. The joys of having nothing in your closet that fits.
size 8 size 8 size 8 size 8 size 8.
To some people this is huge, to me it’s a huge accomplishment. I’ve never been this small in my life (was a size 12 in fourth grade).