Yesterday I was walking around the city, when some clothing caught my eye. So I decided to go into the store and try on a few things. Most of it I liked and went to the checkout, where the cashier was nice and asked me how my day was and how long I was ‘working’. Little did he know that I am a student. I felt proud of myself, considering that I am usually out in a t-shirt and jeans (which my mom hates). For someone to think that I was a professional by the way that I was dressed (I had a meeting that day, which is why I looked ‘nice’.) made me feel good. I think I may be getting the hang of this city life things and am starting to ‘fit in’ with all of the fanciness.
On the same note, I need to buy an iron, which I dread.