The New York Guy

I refused to believe that I could sleep normally because of the videos I found on YouTube. But when I got back from my apartment

hunting, and with the number of apartments I had to look at, I thought I would have no difficulties sleeping-I was wrong. My eyes won't shut, and even with the thou- sands of steps I took today, my eyes refused to close. I still had a hard time closing my eyes, and it was midnight already. I want to sleep.

I tried to watch series or movies on my laptop, and despite how boring it was, my eyes wouldn't shut. At this point, I was fed up with not being able to sleep when I was supposed to be sleeping by now.

Damn it.

I tried to recall what went down last night as I tapped into every app on my phone. While scrolling down
LinkedIn, I stumbled upon my

friend's resignation from the same company as me. As I hopped on In- stagram, I realized how deserted it had become since everyone moved to TikTok - which I had zero in- terest in. My brother suggested You- Tube as the ultimate sleep-inducer, so I checked my history only to find the last video I watched was Late Night Talks.

Right, Late Night Talks.

Was that the one who helped me sleep? I asked myself. I clicked on their profile and found that their video mostly had an impressive view - one to two million for some of them. I carefully scroll through every single video posted on the account. There weren't any faces in their videos, yet they still managed to get the audience.

"This must have been popular
around here," I said.

I clicked on the one with the highest views on it, curious about what I would hear. The last video I watched was about her childhood memories in Melbourne, so I was intrigued to see what this one would bring. As I scrolled down the video, I realized the voice behind it was the same one that had greeted Calvin earlier.

"She sounds exactly like the blonde girl at Maha," I thought. The more I listened, the more convinced I became that it was indeed her, and I hoped that I wasn't just imagining things.

It hasn't been ten minutes to the show, and my eyes grow heavy already. I never knew that someone's voice could serve as a lullaby, but Theresia's voice seemed tailor-made for those struggling
to sleep. It had a soothing quality that could calm even the fussiest of babies-and I meant that as a compliment.

Days after I found my lullaby, I finally got a proper sleep at ten at night-no more sleepless nights and no more three hours of sleeping. Today marks one month since I moved and I've been sleeping at my place now-no more hotel room, and ever since, people would find me having my AirPods on my ear. I downloaded all of her videos. And whenever I got bored at my place, I played the Late Night Talks repeatedly, even to the videos I'd seen already. Her voice is so shoot- ing that I want to convert it into an mp3, and it probably looks odd if I said that out loud, but she wrapped me around the first time I heard her voice.
1 could feel the warmth whenever she got a call from the listeners when she was doing her show. I've commented on some of it, saying that her voice helped me sleep. Maybe one day, I'd like to speak to her by myself. How shooting hearing her voice was to me. I could listen to her voice for hours and do that in the morning after that. I would even listen to it whenever I got the chance, and I would like to meet her one day-with a proper introduction. I would want to meet her and thank her by myself. I want to get to know her, not as the host of Late Night Talks, but as Theresia Young.

Maybe, moving to Melbourne was never a bad idea. and it was the
right place for me. Maybe, I needed this, and I've never been so sure I would have a great life ahead of me.