Beam Me Up Scotty

First off, don't ask about the title...I just felt like saying it. :) Sorry for the short post last night but the train ride literally wiped me out. So riding trains... I've always wanted to, well, ever since I read Harry Potter. :) Anyway, I was really excited and truth be told I enjoyed the train...until we got to Jersey. Two stops away from Penn and the train broke down with engine trouble. We were already running late and I had been on it since 8:30 that morning (it was now 9). Needless to say, I am no longer a fan of Jersey. All rants aside, I got a lot of reading done, saw the "countryside", and loved the relaxed atmosphere. Though note to all those who are thinking of taking ALL their luggage as a carry-on...don't. If the bag is heavy and a little wide, it's just more of a pain than checking it. Upon my arrival at Penn Station, I gladly departed the train into the chaos that is New York at night. Per preconception, I *sort of* got lost. My bestie, who is kindly letting me stay with him for the summer, was picking me up and kept calling me to give me updates on where they were and where I should be. I came up at 7th and 34th and he was on 7th and 31st. Having an EXTREMELY poor sense of direction, I told him that I was definitely on 7th Street, when, in reality, I was standing on 34th. Thoroughly confused by this point, I frustratedly repeated the signs I saw around me. "CITIBANK!" "LADY'S SHOES!" Then out of nowhere this guy came up beside me and amusedly said, "Ya' Lost?" Whilst replying in the affirmative, I turned around to see my bestie. Overwhelming relieved, I hugged him and we started off to his car. Thank God for friends who can navigate. :) Tomorrow we are going into the city, he lives on Long Island, to see a friend from school who is up for the weekend. With the promise of a new and exciting day I bid you all adieu. Goodnight and Good luck.

Train, Train Go Away

I promise I will expound tomorrow because, at the moment, it is late and I am woefully tired. After a thirteen and a half hour train ride, breaking down in Jersey, changing trains, and multiple other small, insignificant catastrophes, I FINALLY made it into Penn Station and am currently sitting on the besties bed perfectly content. So for now, Goodnight and Good luck.

Pre-Departure Jitters

This is it. My last night in the south of the Mason-Dixon line for two months. Tomorrow I will embark on my 13 hour journey to the Big Apple. To say I'm excited would be an understatement. I'm thrilled, nervous, ecstatic (can you use two happy adjectives in the same sentence?)....did I mention that I'm extremely nervous? Why? Well, this will be a summer of many firsts. First train ride; first commuter job using public transportation; first time using public transportation; the list goes on and on. Now that I think about it, this will be the first summer not working 4-5 part-time jobs (talk about a mind-blowing thought). All those 'firsts' aside, I am extremely fortunate to have received this internship. For those of you who have neither talked to my mother nor directly asked me about my summer plans, I am interning at a historic home in Midtown, Manhattan. The Mt. Vernon Museum Hotel and Gardens will be my home 5 days a week from 9-5pm, fill free to stop by if you are in the area. My position? Research intern, History Day-Camp worker, and other miscellaneous duties. If you are not into museums and don't geek-out over random historical knowledge my internship probably sounds like watching golf or paint dry. I'm sorry. The chances that this blog will have MULTIPLE historical geek-outs are great. Bear with me through those moments of weakness, I promise I will also chronicle my adventures outside the "Home". So as the night dwindles away, I shall bid you adieu for now. May the wee hours of the morn bring you as much joy and excitement as they shall bring me tomorrow. Goodnight, and good luck.