My diary.
I just moved to New York City. Unpacking was crazy. I would take a box one by one and turn it upside down on my bed and put everything away. Upon opening the third box, my old diary flew out. My little black book. Wow! I couldn’t believe it. My father bought me this for my eighth birthday. The same day I became vegan. He also gave me a check for $20,000 post dated for ten years. He said if I was still vegan in ten years I can cash it. I had forgotten on my eighteenth birthday I cashed the check and hid the money in my diary. Money was flying everywhere. Instead of continuing to unpack I took a stack of bills and took a walk and discovered a new vegan restaurant. Everything was new to me, it was New York City and my first day there! I bought twenty vegan cheese enchiladas. As I walked down the street I offered one to every door man I walked past. I said hello and mentioned I was new to the area. They gracefully accepted my vegan treat and were interesting in finding out more about veganism. Veganism isn’t a cult. We are just a group of people either for health or ethical reasons don’t want to eat animals. I was happy to be out, talking to people, sharing some food. My mother taught me food tastes better when you share it. I have always hated eating alone, and have always loved sharing food.