the last week of school and my week at home were so crazy i barely had time to breathe. at times i felt like i was going crazy. there were some good things: getting a scholarship, finished an A 18-page paper for my political islam class, moved into my house for fall, had a great 1920s dance party for speakeasy, saw carrie, smo and bridget and got to hang out with my family for a few days, etc.
thennn...new york! i was such a mess the night before. i waited SO long to pack, which meant i was up packing until 1am, and i had to get up at 315am to leave for my 545am flight out of pittsburgh. that night i was sad about leaving home, still feeling stressed from the past few weeks, and stressed that i hadn't finished my packing. my rushed packing jobs are not pretty and i tend to just throw random things in that i don't need. finally i just found myself sitting on my chair looking at all my open, empty bags and crying.
i finished though and a few hours later my mom and i were on our way. we always have great conversation when we have time to ourselves. she's probably the smartest, strongest, most caring person i know. i feel like every time we talk i learn something new or gain a new perspective on things, whether i agree with her or not.
and thank god she was with me, or i probably would have had a real breakdown. when i went to check my luggage we realized that my big suitcase was 15 pounds too heavy. and we were running late. so there i am, frantically pulling jackets and jeans out of my suitcase, pulling it off and putting it back on the scale trying to get it light enough so the attendants would take it. my poor mom, she kept grabbing the clothes i was pulling out asking how she was going to carry it all.
i was getting so upset though, i felt horrible and was panicking about missing my plane. when i came back from checking my bags my mom was folding the extra clothes and she could tell i was upset and went into soothing mom mode, which she is very very good at.
still, i was having the closest thing to a panic attack that i had ever felt while i rushed through security and to my gate. thankfully the flight started boarding late, so i had a chance to sit and breathe for a few minutes.
the flight was uneventful and finally i was in nyc. jess met me at the airport to greet me and help me get my luggage back to her apartment. we even got all of them up to her fifth-floor apartment in one trip!
jess and i at this amazing mexican restaurant, festival
the next day jess, kim and i made the trip out to coney island, which was one the most amazing things i've done in a long time. we rode the big wonder wheel with the swinging carts, took pictures in an antique photo booth (which i will post later), rode the cyclone (one of the most amazing rollercoasters EVER), and hung out on the beach for a while, swam even though the water was really cold, had hot dogs (a few times) and saw the coney island sideshow - featuring a guy who pounded a nail into his nose, a woman who shot electricity from her fingers and, the coolest thing ever, a woman who breathed fire. by the end of the night we were exhausted, so we came back, watched "dracula" and fell asleep shortly after.
kim, me and jess after just arriving at coney island!
the wonder wheel
jess and i, a little excited :-p
chowing down on a coney island hot dog
the cyclone is crAzy
kim, jess and i on the beach
me on the beach after my swim (it made me very happy)
where the freaks are
i'm getting tired, so i'll write more about work and such later. i'll just say now it's going great. i can't wait to start my internship with mediabistro thursday, and i get to see chuck palahniuk this saturday! eeeeeeeee!!!
okay, enough. i need to sleep. more later.
xoxo.m
ps - if you're in nyc or near, let me know!
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