Two days ago I arrived in New York City, a transfer to New York University. Yesterday my parents left and I, a few days shy of twenty, marked this as the true beginning of my ascent to adulthood. Now I am truly on my own, living in a busy city in the REAL WORLD (as opposed to the candy-coated suburbs I've lived in for the first two decades of my life.) But I think it's a bit too early to call it a rip-roaring success. You see, I have very few acquaintances in New York and even fewer friends, so my first day (today) with no parents about mostly involved me getting up at noon, sloshing through the freezing rain to the NYU ID office, and sloshing happily through the streets until the water soaked all the way through to my underwear. After that, I arrived home to 2nd street only to find that my newly acquired NYU ID did not work the way an NYU ID should. Which is a pity because, unlike the pictures on all other forms of identification I own, I thought I looked pretty good in my photo. But, the photo gods couldn't let me have this one, and tomorrow I have to slosh back to the NYU ID office to get a new one. Again.
I wouldn't mind being holed up in my dorm room so much if the kids in the other dorms would come out and talk to me. But, alas, I guess there's some rule here in New York that you don't open your door to strangers, because when I knock on the steel doors of my new neighbors with homemade brownies in hand and a smile on my face, nobody will open up and take my damn baked goods. I'm ok with limited human interaction, but NO human interaction can get a girl down. Still, I can't complain. I'm (hopefully) meeting someone from my high school tomorrow. And I have an entire batch of brownies all to myself.
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