Articles by Leah Mendes
I am a 25 year old lost soul, living in downtown Manhattan, working freelance in fashion (which basically means I am doing a lot of yoga. I am so thankful for my overpriced education). There are so many things I love about this city, and so many things I hate. This love/hate relationship occurs with most things in my life, and makes it difficult for me to settle. But it also makes life fun. And scary. And difficult. And exciting. I am a girl from Cape Cod with blonde hair, big dreams, and a very small closet. I like vegan cookies and shopping and babies and biographies. Most of all, I like to write. But sometimes (like, right now for example) I hate it.
You will also definitely not be up watching movies off Netflix while consuming the pathetic remnants of your refrigerator.
This is all well and good, but what happens when I realize the corrupt foundations of society are about to crumble and take all of my superficial dreams along with them?
I have lived in four different apartments in my two and a half years in Manhattan. Thats four moving trucks, four security deposits, four landlords, and one bank account depleting storage unit.
August lingers whilst it threatens its inevitable end; weary of its unsustainable bliss we complain about the heat and pretend we haven’t succumbed to a more peaceful pace of life, finally relaxed enough to read an entire novel or go to the movies twice a month without guilt.
Will I ever do anything exciting (re: stupid) again? Should I attempt to date someone significantly older than me? Would that give my life some purpose? I know, maybe I’ll learn French!
Sometimes talking to robots, i.e. computers or automated voices, makes me feel crazy, and thus talking to a person makes me fee like one.
Having the choice to live alone is undoubtedly a privileged one. Its also something I fully intend on doing before I reach a certain age and run the risk of becoming a total recluse, alone with my magazines and internet and cigarettes, looking back fondly on the days of my youth.
Minor poverty and unkempt appearance, or put-together professional who is making so much money the ATM spits $100s at her. All these inconsistencies could add up to a few different scenarios about my life from the Gimme perspective.
