I love New York — not the show. I hate the show. I love the city.

I’ve been here for roughly two weeks now, give or take a few days. I’m living with three other girls – Becca, Allie and my roommate Ashton – in mid-town Manhattan. I think they grouped us by major because we’re all marketing people, which worked out pretty well. They’re fun, lovely girls so we all get along pretty well.

So, I haven’t posted in about two weeks because a) my site was having some issues that were finally (FINALLY!) resolved last night, and also b) because I’ve been too. damn. busy. No joke, I’m exhausted, but the good kind of exhausted. Anyway, I’m going to detail the past month here just because I know I’ll wish I’d done it if I look back in a couple years. So, here goes:

Alright, so right after moving in, it was freaking hot. I thought there was no air conditioning (incorrect) and just lived in this sort of disgusting heat for about two days until Ashton moved in and turned it on. Dorm Room 1, Jennifer 0. Fine. I concede. Anyway, because of the heat, I wanted to get out as much as possible (and plus I’d forgotten a bunch of stuff), so I went on my own personal shopping spree and basically cleaned out any last money I had. I bought about 4 dresses and various other pretty things and necessities.

I also had to pick up a computer mouse and a laptop lock so I walked to the nearest Best Buy and by some weird twist of fate ran into two people I knew from Emory, Ben and Chaussie! Except I hadn’t showered yet, had been rained all over and had been sweating for hours. Not flattering. But anyway, it was nice to see familiar faces.

Slowly, the roommates started to show up – they’re all really pretty and tall, which was intimidating at first – so that was exciting with a hint of deja vu from freshman year. We were all look, oh, did you see the cute guy on 21st? etc. etc. which is a familiar line (substitute 21st with 2nd) from three years ago. Ahh, memories of Alabama Hall.

Oh yeah, I was also afraid of the subway the days before work started (after that, I had no choice to enter the fray of the underground in order to prevent being late to work) so I ended up doing a lot of walking. I’m talking like 5 miles a day at LEAST. The third day in New York, I climbed out of bed in the morning and fell on the ground. Nowadays, I can scale 24 flights of stairs and not feel a thing the next day. I am superwoman. Muahaha. More later.