A surreal month

As I long for friends and family hundreds of miles of away, I struggle to enjoy my experince. I am homesick. Coming to New York was a decision that I made for my career, but adapting to the lifestyle has been hard.
When I first arrived, I had no one. I was here alone. Over the course of a month, I have built up a group of core friends that I consider my base family. They struggle just as much as I do with money, relationships and heat (no AC in Brittany Hall). We all love each other as a family because we have no one else.
In the beginning of the summer, I felt alive with the spirit of a new adventure. I traveled to Washington D.C. to visit my friend Chelsea and I was constantly exploring Manhatten. Now, after a few weeks of working two jobs, being pushed around by unhappy people and dating a few of the most un-gentlemen-like males, I am ready for change.
It is constantly raining and I have not had sun in my face since I left Texas. I am so depressed here.
The good news is that my internship is going well. I have worked on a few billion dollar accounts (which I cannot disclose due to contract). I have done several things, like meet with Entertainment Weekly, hang out with People magazine and go to the Mets game on Exceptional Parent magazine, that I have decided I want to pursue advertising over journalism.
To be a journalist, you have to really want to pursue the profession. All of my friends who are interning at magazines here face the diffuculty of creating written art that someone deems worthy. Breaking into the profession is one of the hardest things to do because someone is always better or more popular.
I keep on meeting kids here in the city that want to write for various publications, and the more I am convinced that eventually I will have to work in Corporate America if I want to survive in this world.
In the end, my relationship with New York goes back in forth. One day I am so depressed, and then a gleam of hope shines through- like meeting a new person from California in the hallway or taking someone who has never been to New York around Little Italy and the World Trade Center Site. Overall I have my good and bad days, but I keep looking forward to the day when I will come to enjoy this experience.