Getting Lost in NYC an account of the 1st week

First Day:

I really wanted to make a great impression with my Taxi driver and act as though I was a savvy New Yorker who knew her shit.

As I was feeling confident and my ego was thinking, "yeahhh, that's right New York I am goooood", I was woken up from my dream. My taxi driver was telling me that the address I gave him didn't exist. "WHAT?!?, ohhhh fuck". I tried to act as though I still knew what I was doing, this lasted for about 2 more full seconds until my voice began to quiver and a bead of sweat started to accumulate on my forehead. I was had.

I think the taxi driver even started laughing at me. So not right. I did find out that there is more than one Greenwich road and of course they happen to be about a mile apart from each other. Who the fuck is naming these streets people!!!
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Okay, first off, I love when people tell you not to act as though you are new in a city. I was given this information numerous times by some folks of mine who were meaning to do good. But I of course took it fully to heart and thought that I was living in the hood or something. Which couldn't be further from the truth. So the first couple of days I made sure not to go out when the sun went down. Yes, I was being that much of a wuss. Dude, I thought I was living in the hood, you wouldn't go out either!

I mean really though who the heck knows what they're doing in a new city. I mean yes, don't have your purse exposed and look like a sad fool, but for the most part NYC is not that ghetto. Unless you go to Brooklyn, that is another story.