"Bye Lyd." I said to my best friend (whom I shared this postage stamp sized, New York apartment with.) as she left to spend the long weekend with her parents in Boston. We always alternated who left on the long weekends so that the other person could have some alone time.
I didn't have to work at all this weekend which was a blessing. It is weird to think that I am a 22 year old, fresh out of college with a full time job at a hospital. I majored in Nursing at NYU and graduated last May, I am planning to go back in a couple of years to get my Masters. But that can wait. I am working in Anesthesia and it's the coolest thing. I get to knock people out for a living.
I suppose I could afford my own apartment soon at this rate, but I probably won't bother. I don't want to have to deal with all that responsibility, let alone leave my best friend. Lydia and I have been looking at bigger, and better apartments lately seeing as we aren't in college anymore and both have stable jobs.
Before I left, to go god knows where, I cleaned up a bit. I did the dishes, vacuumed, and put away the week old, clean laundry we had lying around. Then I got myself looking decent.
My favorite pair of ripped black skinny jeans that I've had for ages, a Black tee-shirt with the NYC skyline on it, and a leather jacket, for that cool autumn breeze.
New York was great in the Fall. I mean I would know because I have lived here since I turned 18. Five years ago.
I found myself walking towards central park which was by far one of my favorite spots in the city. I sat on an empty bench near the pond and simply watched. I watched the birds, the turtles, the falling leaves, and the people walking by, in their own little worlds.
It wasn't the only bench available but a guy, I am assuming in his mid-twenties, asked, "May I sit here?" He was from England, I could tell by the way he spoke. He had a similar leather jacket on with a cigarette between his lips.
I replied, "Sure."
"It's nice here in the autumn." He began, "I have never been here this time of year."
"Yeah, I think it's the best time, The tourists are leaving, the air is nice, and the fashion is great." I told him, "So, Where are you from?"
"Manchester."
"New Hampshire? Or England?" I said Jokingly. Having grown up 30 minutes away from Manchester, NH.
"England." He laughed. He had a nice smile, despite the few crooked teeth. I liked his smile.
He took a long drag from his cigarette, and put out the small stub left of it, on the cement ground. "I'm Matty."
"I'm Isobel."
