Sweater tights and a broken watch…

        Well folks, looks like it is time to skedaddle.
*que Frank Sinatra’s “NEW YORK, NEW YORK!!!”
We are packing our too small car full of coats, happy people, and my
new sweater tights ( which I am pretty excited about – they’re SO
comfy, and I hate tights). The next week will be incredible. I don’t
want to see so much. I’m fine if I don’t sing in lady liberties crown
or stuff my face with Grimaldi’s pizza or skip through Little Italy.
In fact, I tend to avoid those touristy places. This time I want to
know what it is like to be a New Yorker.
   You see, there is a fundamental difference between a tourist
and a world explorer, and I attempt to fill the latter’s shoes. I
don’t really have an agenda or list of experiences I just have to
have. I want to hear the city, the beat, the rhythm. I’d love to meet
some people. Anti-schedule tendencies have come from a long
multiple experience lesson: the very best memories are always
unplanned. So I throw myself at a place and let the destination itself
carry me gently down its stream. I am prepared for adventures and
scares and life time experiences and writing inspiration and frost-bitten
toes.

   I will tell you what I am looking forward to:

  • Traveling from Washington D.C. to NYC on a bus – alone. No big deal, I am a big girl – obviously. 
  • Meeting Vidushi Sharma in person. A lovely girl I met through a 2012 hours against hate contest almost a year ago. It is time to finally meet in person. 
  • Attending a real deal edtiors meeting for the magazine I’ve been writing for. I’ll get to meet all the lovely kids and coordinators I’ve been corresponding with online. 
  • Staying in queens. 
  • Eating pizza and cheesecake. 
  • The library. Of course. I can’t wait to return to what is hands down the best library I’ve ever been into. 
  • I’m gonna fix my watch this week. For a girl obsessed with rich watches, I’ve been “timeless” of for a little too long.

See you in New York City!

Author: Susanna

I'm Susanna, a 20-year-old Christian girl incorrigibly addicted spontaneous adventures. My first dream was to become a pioneer. Unfortunately, I was born a couple centuries late, so I've decided to read, cook, run, and travel the world until my time machine is finished. You'll mostly likely find me getting into trouble and/or eating licorice. I am currently blogging the misadventures of a middle-school teacher in training. Come join me on my quest to become the next Ms. Frizzle!

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