Jet Planes and Dreamy Dreams

I have an apology to make: I was really confused and kinda hurt, so I took it out by not ever writing for the blog. But now I am better, mostly 'cause I forgot why I was upset. And my palms are itching. So here's a new post. Sorry.

OK. Well. I am actually laying in a hammock right now, in my backyard in Idaho. My puppy is in the hammock too. I am really happy here. I left Montana 2 weeks ago with all I owned, and now half that stuff is at Goodwill, a quarter is in storage and the remainder is rolled and stuffed into a suitcase (maybe 2) because on Tuesday, I am moving to New York Citay.

I don't have a job, or any real prospects. In fact, I have no idea how I am going to survive, but I will. Maybe some nice suit will offer me a nice little office job and I'll serve my term in corporate bliss. Or maybe I'll pour smoothies.

I do know that I have a teenytiny love nest in Chinatown, and that some people are coming to clean and feng-shui the place just after I get there. My future roommate/current BFF said he found them on the internet, and they were offering such a killer deal that he signed us up! I'm not sure how one feng-shuis (?) a place so small, but I will tell you when it happens. He also informed me that on Friday, we will be singing karaoke. I'm not sure which of the two I am more apprehensive about.

Also, thanks to an intense summer school sesh, I can now speak pretty ok Spanish. Kind of. Mostly I can read it. And sometimes write it. But I'm not going to here, cause I get embarrassed. I would rather people know I have the talent by telling rather than showing.

The postgrad world is about to rear its head, and I really hope it doesn't completely destroy me. If you are going to be in da Big Apple anytime soon, please tell me.

Chynna