“I’m coming over, but it never was enough. I thought it through and my worst brings out the best in you. I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” –TBS

Some things I miss about home:

• My dogs.
o Loves of my life. Everyone has a dog here, it seems. And small dogs, like Yorkies are just the right size for cardboard size apartments.
• Inexpensive food.
o It gets pretty rough on the wallet eating out here. Although, my roommate and my friend Steve and I found pizza by the slice for only $1 the other night! It was fabulous.
• Taco Bell.
o Yeah, I know. You people think I’m crazy. But, seriously, there is a TB on every corner in COMO and we take that for granted. There is like one TB here and there was an expose done on it because there were rodents dining…after hours, if you get my drift. Due to that little fact, I have yet to grab a burrito from there.
• Having all my shoes available.
o I kid you not, I brought a whole suitcase completely devoted to my shoes up to New York. However, it wasn’t enough. The process of determining which shoes to bring was difficult and I feel some valuable players were cut from the team. Sacrifices were made and now I must make do.
• My feet being clean.
o I swear my feet are always dirty here. Wearing flip flops is like inviting grim to gravitate to your lower limbs. It’s because most of the city has a fine layer of filth blanketing it; like a house that hasn’t been dusted in months (my crappy apartment).
• Not knowing what I was missing out on.
o Now that I’m in NYC, I know how great it is. All of a sudden, I find myself constantly thinking about how soon I’ll be leaving and how sad that makes me. I don’t want to go back to driving my gas guzzling SUV, or back to all the people who broke my heart or treated me poorly, or my crappy little apartment, or my last semester at Mizzou.


I feel like I came to New York as one of those girls trying to escape her baggage and those small town things that held her back. Now, I am scared to death of going back to that lifestyle. People don’t really know me here, and I don’t really know them. And for some reason, that is comforting.



Lauren and I make a cute couple.



Here is proof that Boyz II Men is still around. I actually saw them perform so it's legit.



The City view from Brooklyn.