Monday, March 26, 2012

I Survived

I was fearful of several things when I came to the city. Some things were obvious, like getting lost, not knowing anybody, and blowing all my money on shoes and clothes (hello, 5th Avenue). Other things, though, were less obvious.

I had a nagging worry that I wouldn't find a good, safe, uncrowded place to run. Some people who I talked to seemed to think that Central Park was too dangerous or intimidating for a runner who was new to the city ... but I ignored them and did it anyway.

I will admit, I ran laps around the same area for the first mile of my three-mile journey. Then, I saw other runners and followed them to the running path. It turns out that Central Park is huge, and runners don't have to run laps around the same bench for miles. Good to know.



The scenery isn't so bad either.

Now, back to an obvious fear -- getting lost. I thought that it would take me ages to learn the subway system. Instead, it took me seconds to download the HopStop application on my Blackberry. Thank goodness for the saint who created that. My subway navigating isn't error proof (is this train going uptown or downtown?), but it is markedly better than I expected it to be at this point. I have survived two solo subway rides. Impressive, eh?

Oh yeah, I even have an unlimited MetroCard.


Do I scream "city girl" or what?


I'll go with "or what."

I also survived my first NYC weekend. 

On Friday, Sarah and I watched our beloved Bobcats as they battled the Tarheels. OU lost (they should have won), and I experienced a sudden urge of anger. Then, I realized that, despite the loss, OU is still the best school on earth. My bout with depression was brief.

Friday afternoon, I got a surprise text message from a distant relative who I had never met before. My great grandma was her grandma's sister. (I am not even going to attempt to define our relation to each other.) She was visiting NYC for the weekend and interviewing for several summer internships. My grandma and her father stay in contact with one another, and my grandma passed along my information and said I could help show her around. We hung out all day Saturday and had a blast! We talked, walked, and shopped for nearly five hours. Why did I not meet this relative sooner?

Saturday night, I went out with my friend Sarit and her boyfriend. We went to their friend's birthday party at Perdition, a bar in Hell's Kitchen, and ended the night at Niagara, a bar in the East Village.


We left around 2:30 a.m., which is about one and a half hours earlier than the bars actually close.


It's true, the city never sleeps.

On Sunday, I decided to go for another run. I didn't feel like making the trek to Central Park, and I realized that the Hudson River isn't too far from The Webster. I knew there were running paths along the river and thought it would be the perfect place to go. 

Unfortunately, I couldn't figure out how to get to the path for the first two miles of my run. Instead, I ran 20 blocks down busy sidewalks until I hit Chelsea. Dodging people on the sidewalk made me feel like I was playing a video game. I don't particularly enjoy video games and especially not when they get the way of me finding my running groove.

Finally, I made my way to the Hudson. I only had about .7 miles to run at that time, but those .7 miles were pure bliss. I guess I'll just start there next time.

Later on Sunday, my co-intern, Megan, moved into The Webster. I predict that we will become very close as we travel, work, eat, and spend leisure time together. But, that's just a guess.

Now, it's Monday, the first day of my internship. I am nervous, but I am ready!

I survived running and subway-ing in the city ... How hard can working here be?

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

I'm Back

Remember that time I went to New York for a few days and said that I would go back? Well, I'm back. Hence, the new blog description.


And this time, I'm here for longer than a few days.

I'm interning in NYC until mid-June. I start Monday. That means I have from now until then to learn how to navigate the concrete jungle.


Wish me luck.

I arrived in New York City yesterday and immediately moved into my room at The Webster. Thankfully, living in Ohio University dorm rooms for two years equipped me with the ability to live in less-than-luxurious locations and to expect the worst when I hear any mention of a "dorm-like" living situation.

I was, therefore, happily surprised by The Webster. It has several lounge areas, a dining room, and -- last but not least -- decent-sized closets.



Actually, my room itself is a lot larger than I expected.

Another bonus: There are sinks in the room. This may seem unimportant, but to me, a lady who brushes her teeth more than any sane person would or should in a day, it's nice. I like being able to overly fixate on my oral hygiene in the privacy of my own room.


My first two days here have seemed like a blur. Luckily, my friend (and soul sister), Maddie, traveled to New York for Spring Break this week and guided me through the initial haze of moving to the city.

Maddie met me at The Webster soon after I arrived. We chatted, explored the rooftop of my building, and then headed to a cute Italian restaurant, Gallo Nero, for dinner.

Today, I decided to head out on my own. I was a huge ball of confidence.



Not.

My plan was to simply pick up the items I forgot to pack (aka couldn't fit into my overstuffed suitcase) at the Kmart and Duane Reade down the block. Well, I couldn't find anything I was after. Defeated, I  purchased nail polish remover and cotton balls and headed back to The Webster.

Turns out, all the items that I needed are located on the third floor of Kmart and second floor of Duane Reade, places I didn't know existed. Kmarts and drug stores don't have second and third floors in Ohio. I'm boggled, but I'm learning.

Later, Maddie and I got coffee in Central Park with an OU alumna who now works in NYC.


Then, we met up with our friend Sarah and took a trip to Carrie Bradshaw's famous stoop. Carrie invited us up, but we already had plans.


Our plans? Magnolia Bakery. Words cannot describe the deliciousness of their cupcakes.



Maddie left New York shortly after finishing these cupcakes ... and making a quick stop into Marc by Marc Jacobs to buy herself a well-deserved birthday present. We said a short and sweet goodbye in Penn Station. Rushing to catch the E train is a good way to avoid making a sobbing scene amidst hoards of people.

Tomorrow, I am looking forward to meeting up with one of my best friends from high school, Sarit. She goes to school in NYC, and I have appointed her as my official city guide. She should feel honored.

It's time to conquer The Big Apple!


I plan to prepare by watching copious amounts of Gossip Girl and The City on Netflix.
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