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As I wake up and plant my feet on the cold wooden floor, the smell of daisies and daffodils fills the air. I'm so grateful for the abundance of flowers arranged around my studio apartment. Without them, the place would reek of sewer rats and dump trucks. It is highly questionable why my roommates and I chose to live in such a smelly place, but there is no place we would rather be. Although at times it gets crowded with three of us living in a small apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, it is also very enjoyable being so close to people. Knowing Cara and Emily for so long plays in with how well we function together, but I am still amazed at how easily it has become to call these girls my closest family. The greatest part of living with …show more content…
If it was not already apparent, I go there for the tea. This tea is so beautifully crafted that I occasionally buy some for my homeless friend, Pallo, who lives on my street. He is a cute little old man with an unfortunate life style. I try to help him as much as I can, but most of the time money is tight, especially since I am a new college grad planning on opening a business soon. I want to buy and remodel the restaurant I work at now, turning it into my very own. I know that the owner is interested in selling, but I do not have the funds saved yet to buy it. I continually pick up extra shifts, and even got a second job at the Macy's in Time Square. The best part of my job at Macy's is that I am constantly reminded of my current engagement. From the counter I work, I can look out the doors and see the exact spot where my lovely boyfriend asked me to marry him. I said yes, of …show more content…
Ever since I was little, it has been a dream of mine to open a restaurant. A few days ago, my fiancé told me that together we would have enough money to make that dream a reality. The one exception is that it would have to be our restaurant instead of mine. Although my pride was a tad bit hurt, I said yes to the offer. It isn't every day that you get a chance to pursue your dream. It is still shocking that this is actually coming true. I can picture it all. The giant sign that reads "Umm" hung at the top of the brick building will illuminate the street in front of it. People will be lining at the doors to get a table. They all love that they can order whatever they want and the chef will not question it. A fire pole runs down through a crack in the ceiling. It gives a glimpse to the floor above, the party deck. There is a small stage with an area for dancing and an old juke box in the corner. The place is packed every night, but especially on karaoke night. The food as well as the service receives 5 star reviews. Every waiter and waitress are fast, diligent, and exceedingly nice. I sometimes wish that the work in progress could be an already reality. However, I have to be patient until the inspection for the building I want is finished and the paperwork handing it over to me is signed. The anticipation of something so close yet so far away is killing

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