Yesterday was suppose to be my first day interning at Factory PR for New York Fashion Week. When I scored the job about a week ago I was overly excited..
September has always been a tough time for me, seeing all my friends head back to school. When I first decided to go into fashion I was worried I made a hasty decision not going to university. So starting this "school year" off with a position at NYFW felt like all my dreams were coming true.
I got my passport renewed, my bags were packed and I was ready to go. I arrived at the border in Buffalo only to be stopped at customs. I totally see how someone would think a little blonde girl would try to be getting in the states illegally.
Turns out the word internship means nothing to border security because while I waited for some jackass to let me through customs, my only form of transportation had left me.
REAL HELPFUL DUDE...
Now I'm stuck in grungy ass buffalo with pains of anxiety, I have no way to New York City and I had a family emergency to come home to. I swear the only support I had were from people who didn't even have homes.
So when I tell you the best experience of my life quickly turned into the worst experience of my life, you can imagine I was pretty upset. I mean, cmon. I was suppose to be in New York updating you guys with some of the coolest shit I'd ever seen.... Meanwhile, I'm sitting on my stupid ass couch, telling you this annoying story.
At least you guys can get a laugh out of my misery... but this experience won't stop me from trying again and learning from my mistakes.
Sometimes life gets in the way and you just have to deal with it...
Until Next NYFW,
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SUTHERLAND TANK (CROPPED)
AMERICAN APPAREL OVERALLS
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