Entry #1
New York City is said to be the city of oppurtunity. However, in my book I deem it 'the city of nuisances and oddities I wish I've never witnessed'.
The U.S. is exceedingly different from the United Kingdom; I figured that out in the first five minutes I was here. Americans talk so loud when they converse and have no knowledge of personal space. I had two buffoons bump into me on the way to the luggage pick-up and they didn't even acknowledge it. Do people really invade others' personal space like it is no big deal?
No, being here in the "great" United States of America was not my idea. There are little to no interesting cases in England and my patience has been wearing thin. My pathetic brother, Allistar, proposed the idea of the U.S. since that place is always stirring trouble within its own borders. Of course, once he stated that glorious idea my other stupid brothers agreed wholeheartedly and brought it up to mum.
"Oh, Arthur dear, that would be lovely! You can go far with your detective career there! Think of what a wonderful experience that would be!" - The exact words she said.
Henceforth, why I am here. Why I am sitting on dew covered bench writing this. Why I am waiting for a generous taxi to come to my needs. Why I quietly curse under my breath at how bloody cold it is in the early hours of the day. Why I scowl at the intrusive Americans who walk past and shoot me strange, judgmental looks.
I'll have to find an apartment to rent while I stay here. Unfortunately, I do not have that much money to afford my own for too long. I guess I'll have to find a roommate... Oh, jolly. Won't this be fun?
A taxi just pulled up. I will leave this entry here. Maybe, in the highly unlikely possibilities, I will find a roommate that doesn't irritate me beyond my wits like the rest of this place.
-A. Kirkland