Part V | Making it Official.

I GOT THE JOB! I found out near the end of March, PRIVATE was going to sponsor my VISA for two years and help me move to NYC. In order for my VISA to be valid, I had to go back to Canada for a full 30 days before reentering the USA and then a full month after that the VISA would be in the process stage.

My boss’ wife was a gem. She knew that I was in a pickle regarding the VISA situation and decided to offer me a part time nannying gig and accommodation while I was in transition so I’d have a home base in the states. They had just moved into a mansion in Bedford (upstate New York… Blake Lively and Martha Stewart were a few of their neighbors) – I had an entire floor to myself. The nannying gig sounded like a dream at first, but in reality it was one of the most challenging jobs I have ever had. Spending 8-12 hours a day with the kiddies and then working on PRIVATE projects was exhausting. But, I did have free accommodation and a steady income to help me get back on my feet when I moved back into the city… oh yeah, and a fully stocked kitchen. It was alright, I guess… 😉

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Before I moved to Bedford, I had to go back home to Vancouver for 30 days. I was able to spend some quality time with the fam before my big move to the States. I went on as many hikes as my legs would let me, hung out with my pals, said a final fare-thee-well to the high-school sweetheart, packed the rest of my “good” clothes and headed back to NYC.

Having a full month away from Mr. NYC was a really good thing. We weren’t official yet, just “dating”. When we first met, we both thought that I would be heading back to Vancouver at some point in the near future so we decided to not go all in. When we found out that I would be staying indefinitely, we both knew what that meant for us.

For the month that I was in Vancouver, he was on an African Sarafi with his parents. We both had time to reflect over the whirlwind relationship we had already begun and had time to really miss each other. We’d been having a ton of fun and had been spending as much time together as we could. I remember the craziest details from our first moments together, like what he wore on our third date when we went to a concert, a fancy ass dinner and then for drinks with his pal. We were literally infatuated with each other. I had never met anyone like him. He was so handsome, intelligent and made me feel like the most important person in the world.

I remember the moment I saw him after my lovely month at home. It was a hot day, May 28th to be exact. He was on the other side of the street and I couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear. He kinda felt like home. We waited for the light to turn and then quickly met in the middle of the street, we hugged right there. I’d never been so thrilled to be back in the arms of a man who wasn’t even technically mine yet.

We couldn’t keep our hands off of each other either. It was gross, looking back now… I HATE that couple, the ones shamelessly makes out in public. But we didn’t care. It was our world and everyone else was simply just living in it. I remember waiting for the subway, kissing as per usual, when he stopped, took a step back and told me he felt as though he was living in the most perfect version of life he could imagine, better than anything he could have dreamt. The crazy part was that I felt the exact same way.

The passion was real. I felt the tingles, the jitters and the butterflies. I knew what this was… I was falling for this man and there was no turing back.


Diary Entry: June 1st, 2014

I trained in from Bedford today to see Mr. NYC.

Polo’s (my boss) kids are driving me a tad insane. I think I just need to get out of the house for a while.  Polo’s wife is SUPER woman. I seriously don’t know how she does it all.

Anyways, thank god I got away to see Mr. NYC! We met on 74th street and decided to walk through the city and enjoy each other’s company. We bought bananas from one of the fruit kiosks and veered towards the park. There was a parade of some sort going on and we saw Ivanka Trump! Mr. NYC somehow knew who she was right away, I never would have recognized her. Anyways, we HELD HANDS today. First time that happened whilst walking. I don’t know why it’s such a huge deal for me. I mean, we’ve literally done everything else but I’m so weird about holding hands. Oh, and I accidentally called him my boyfriend. I was talking about Polo’s little girl and how she was asking me who I was going to visit in the city today and long story short I said “my boyfriend” I mean, I didn’t mean it to be like “You’re my boyfriend” but whatever. I said it. Oops.

We then went out for dinner at the Eatery. He told me he bought tickets to Ingrid Michaelson for us, the concert is at the end of June. I mean, I’m not like looking super into it or anything but it does mean he likes me enough that he thinks we’ll still be an item in a month. That’s exciting…

We walked back to his place after dinner and put some music on. We were about to make dinner when he grabbed my hands and asked me flat out what I thought we were. I was taken aback. I told him that I liked him, a lot, and that I wasn’t seeing anyone else at the moment which was very true… I had been spending so much time with Mr.NYC and was having such a good time with him that I stopped talking to all of the others. He was the only one I was interested in. I told him all of that in one long drawn out nervous sentence. 

He said he was in the same boat. That he’d really never met anyone like me and that as soon as he met me, life got a hell of a lot better. 


We decided then and there that we would from here on out be monogamous. We were going in it for real… It honestly felt really weird at first, I was scared shitless.

Had I just made a huge mistake? I mean, I REALLY like him, I can even feel myself falling in love with this guy, but now that we were an “item” that meant there was potential for a breakup. He’s from here, I’m from Vancouver. Sure, I love America and living in New York, but what if I want to go home? Am I really ready to go all in with this man? 

Well, the answer has to be yes now, because I’m doing it. Fuck it. I need to stop being scared and just let the chips fall where they may. 

My heart was flopping. I was SUPER awkward after this. He gave me the music chord and told me to choose a song.. I only had 15 to choose from on my iPhone so I chose Sam Smith… Stay With Me. It honestly doesn’t get much more awkward.

It was so bad that I had to turn it off and play whatever was next. Here we go: Rain, Rain, Rain by Ladysmith Black Mombozo… I need to update my playlist stat.

Well, there we have it. I now have a boyfriend.

 

We were inseparable. After a month at my boss’ house it was time for me to find a place of my own. As you probably know, New York is insanely expensive. Like UNREAL.

My budget was super low, believe it or not publicists don’t make a hell of a lot when starting out, even in NYC. Anyways, I found a place which on the VERY upper upper upper west side… like so upper it’s called Harlem. It was a room for rent in a three bedroom apartment with a fellow name Bimwasa. He was a Rasta man in every sense of the word. You can imagine how excited Mr.NYC was that I was moving way uptown, living in one of the worst neighborhoods in NYC and with a 50 year old man.

I ended up not even staying there for one night. Mr.NYC was so uncomfortable with it that he promised me he’d help me find something else and told me to stay with him in the meantime. How could I refuse such an offer? To be honest, I did feel super uncomfortable up in that neighbourhood and there’s a good chance that place would have been the death of me… literally.

July 2014 was probably one of the best months of my life.

We went to work together in the mornings, he’d walk me to the subway and kiss me goodbye. We’d then email each other all day, sending articles we know the other would think was interesting or funny. Then, we’d get home and change into our Yoga gear, run down the 80 blocks from his place on the Upper East Side down to the Lower East Side to catch the 6:30pm yoga class. Then we’d walk back up, holding hands, talking about our dreams and aspirations. We’d pick up dinner on the way home, usually a make it yourself salad or some type of falafel wrap.

Seriously, best month ever.

As all good things do, this month too had to come to an end. September 1st was moving day… I found a “railroad” room on the Upper West Side. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the term it’s a bedroom that’s actually a hallway with a bed in it. When you walked into the apartment from outside, you’d enter our living room. To the left was a tiny hallway with a bathroom and at the end of the hall was the kitchen. Should you turn right when you first walk into the apartment, you’d go into my “room” and then at the end of my room there was a door. This door led to Deb’s room. Literally the only way for her to get to her room was by going through mine.

Beautiful neighborhood, terrible room. The bed was more of a cot with a small piece of foam. The wallpaper had sea glass and SAND taped and glued all around it. I mean I did have two huge closets, so that part’s awesome, but holy shit this place was… interesting.

I lived with a lady named Deb. She was lovely. So fucking weird, but lovely nonetheless. She would blow-dry her hair naked… in the KITCHEN. She said it’s because it has the most room and light. I mean, I literally CAN’T EVEN.

I “lived” there for two months. It was more of a closet though and a place I’d stay every so often. Mr. NYC had just move into an amazing little apartment right in the heart of Union Square… 17th and Irving. The place was newer, it had an elevator and laundry. It smelt nice and felt so much homier than Deb’s. I spent 90% of my time there. Mr.NYC and I would joke from time to time that I should just be paying him rent instead…

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