25 August 2003
I'm writing to you from my laptop in my very own New York apartment! Well, apartment-style residence anyways. I moved in yesterday, met all the roomies, and I can honestly say I'm pretty comfortable. Well, what about happy? I'm sure you're thinking.
Well, I'll say for now I'm content. I get along well enough with my roomates, and I've met so many nice people today while waiting in line for tickets to the US Open, Sex and the City bus tour, Naked Boys Choir, and mystery concert (we don't know the artist until day of). I miss everyone back home, but I suppose it isn't so bad yet--it's only been, what, a day?
Last night I was up until 2 talking with my roomie roomie (her name's Caitlin) and two boys from across the hall.
Still haven't met any snobs, something I was somewhat fearing. One thing is, though, that so many people here have people they knew in high school with them. Here. Whereas I am a lone barge, drifting through the sea.. not really so melodramatic.
Okay, have to go get bank account to replenish rapidly diminishing funds.
Well, I'll say for now I'm content. I get along well enough with my roomates, and I've met so many nice people today while waiting in line for tickets to the US Open, Sex and the City bus tour, Naked Boys Choir, and mystery concert (we don't know the artist until day of). I miss everyone back home, but I suppose it isn't so bad yet--it's only been, what, a day?
Last night I was up until 2 talking with my roomie roomie (her name's Caitlin) and two boys from across the hall.
Still haven't met any snobs, something I was somewhat fearing. One thing is, though, that so many people here have people they knew in high school with them. Here. Whereas I am a lone barge, drifting through the sea.. not really so melodramatic.
Okay, have to go get bank account to replenish rapidly diminishing funds.