a little past midnight

So, a little past midnight and I should be asleep. But how do you sleep in New York? After successfully navigating the subway for the first time by myself with no (erm?) mishaps the accomplishment is very reminiscent of the feeling of tying your shoes for the first time (only with less rhyming and a subtler grin) I found dearest S and had dinner and chatter just like we planned. I didn't realize how much I needed a small reminder of home till our conversation drifted to high school, friends, and the divergent paths our lives are taking now. Two hours later and I'm back at the room chatting with L and R about Glee (imagine?!) and then A and two of his friends (S and C) and I talked college and explored the lounge, thank the Lord, I found a coke machine. And now- I'm sort of half laughing and biting my lip at all the worries I felt coming into this. I know it won't all come up roses and more than likely there will be a tough day ahead. But for now? I have friends (or at least friends in the making) and weekend plans and subway success stories, and most importantly wonderful loves back home (B!) who know how to cheer me up when silly insecurities attempt to plant themselves in my head. So goodnight to all from the city that never sleeps.

-Mandy