I've only been here thirty six hours and I can already testify that the phrase "the city that never sleeps" is no freaking joke.
I can't even begin to describe all the sights, smells, and sounds I've been introduced to. Just an hour ago I was rushed out of my shower and down the forever levels of stairs, into the hot dog/greek stand scented air of 14th Street for a massive fire drill, supposedly aimed to help with the chaos occurring underground ten feet to the west; the subway track couldn't rid itself of the human body it ran over upon entering the station.
Mother, I'm definitely not in Kansas anymore.
This guy made my first day much better, however.
Remember THIS guy?
Eric is a special person in my life that has spent one too many years being away as a hot shot soccer player upstate. Couldn't have picked anyone better to take my first stroll down Times Square or take my first ride on the city's elaborate metro system with.
Well.....James Marsden or George Clooney would have worked too..
But yes, I'm spreading my wings and trying on some new cardigan sweaters.
Who knows, maybe my first day at work tomorrow will be the right fit?
But maybe not.
We'll just have to wait and see!
P.S. So far I've refused to take pictures with my pride of coming off as a non-native city girl....and a little fear of pickpockets. I think I need therapy.
P.P.S. I need a better camera.
