Wednesday, January 27th

The week has been flying by faster than you can say (insert word here). Monday was hit with rain from morning until night. No stopping point. I'd actually prefer snow over rain in New York. I know it sounds weird but I actually feel warmer in the snow. Rain just brings all kinds of icy wetness and I am not a fan.

After another long day of work I got to enjoy a cosy night at home Monday night. Asher has already moved out so it's just me and Jess at the apartment. For the first time, I mean for real, me and her got a chance to really get to know each other and hang out. Let me just say first hand that my roomate is one of the funniest people I have ever met without effort. At first glance she is shy and kind of keeps to herself, but once you get to know her she has the strongest and most entertaining personality. Our night began with the two of us enjoying some dinner together while relaxing on the couch and keeping up with the Kardashians. Dinner consisted of some reheated pizza from Henry's which if done right, can taste just as good as freshly delivered. Jess showed me her tricks. As usual I dipped my Pizza in ranch to amplify the goodness. People don't do that here I've learned. Not anywhere in New York. In fact I'm pretty sure it's looked down upon. But anyway, two Kardashians episodes post meal had passed and I started thinking about dessert. Naturally. I spark the idea to Jess that we should go get some ice cream. The second I said those two words she stops, looks at me dead serious and goes, "I cant eat ice cream". I say whatdya mean? you can't eat ice cream? Thinking to myself about my favorite brand that is sold downstairs and how easily I am going to convince this girl to change her mind. She then goes on to tell me that she actually has a problem with ice cream and is now allowed to eat it. She tells me a story about how at one time when she first moved here from Long Island she was obsessed with ice cream. Quite literally. To turn this ridiculous tale into a nutshell - she induced five pints of ice cream a day, every day for about a month. Breakfast? Lunch? Dinner? she would have nothing of it. Just ice cream. The more she went on about this the more I couldn't help but laugh. I mean really, have you ever heard of such a thing? A serious ice cream addiction? It's comedy. She said it wasn't until she had gained 50 lbs that she decided she needed to take hold on her life and cut the long lived love for the icy combination of cream and milk. Now... with all this being said, she has come a long way from her days of addiction, has lost the extra lbs and mentions that she allows herself to have it once in a while in small doses. That was all I needed to hear. Two minutes later after a few persuasive words, I had her putting a jacket on willingly ready to embark on this journey for haagen dazs. As we're on our way to the Bodega (For my CA readers that's the same thing as 7 eleven) I noticed she's walking pretty fast. Definitely a swifter pace than I walk and I've been told to slow it down. She was excited. Excited for... you guessed it. Ice cream! Once I realize the euphoria that is inside of this girl I start to feel bad and think maybe I shouldn't have been so pursuasive. I could've gone alone but I selfishly pushed her into an ice cream relapse. We get inside and let me tell you this girl means business. She is not looking to waste any time. She sees that the flavor I have been thinking about for almost an hour now isn't on top where it usually is. Without saying a word, she pulls open the frosted sliding glass doors to the bin and starts handing me pint after pint after pint until she finally finds my flavor. I swear at one point both of her legs were up in the air. I have never seen such determination. I am dying of laughter the entire time as I watch her move. Milliseconds after succesfully getting me what I wanted she spots her favorite. Her weakness, you might say. Cotton Candy ice cream with sprinkles. There were six containers left. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I can't beleive you guys have this!! Oh. My god." She is speaking these words out loud not really directed at anyone. I'm dying. She then grabs all six and brings them to the register to bring home. As we walk back I tell her that I feel bad for forcing her to change her mind and come with me to the store. I'm not even sure if she heard me. We get inside our apartment and I set my stuff on the table then run into my room to change back into my PJs. When I come back out to the living room Jess is gone. She's in her room. Door shut and I don't see her again for another thirty minutes. Did she devour all six ice cream containers? I didn't see any in the freezer. I'll never ask and possibly never know. I quietly laugh to myself about everything I had just experienced as I enjoy my well deserved Haagen Dazs white chocolate rasberry truffle flavored pint. Alone.

Tuesday was a new day with no rain. Thank you mother nature! I worked late at my internship in order to help Corinne with some extra stuff and got home around 7pm. When I entered my apartment there were boxes all around the house and it actually got me excited about the idea of moving again. Mostly everything in the apartment belongs to jess as she had been packing all day long so that's why things were in the middle of transition. I think in total I'll have four boxes when it comes time to make the switch over to Chelsea. Corinne, my intern boss, has been kind enough to offer me some moving help. She has a friend with a truck who said he would be happy to assist. He's a cop too. NYPD. It will be nice once I'm settled in my new place because then I can walk to work which I am definitely looking forward to. I am already making plans for myself on my future days off in the city. There is so much to see here. So much to do. I love that for once I am in New York without a time restraint because I have years to see everything. I want to be able to say that I have visited every museum and art exhibit that NY has to offer. I want to sit on every bench in Central Park. I want to see every show and shop in every great store. That reminds me, Spiderman is coming to broadway! I'm pretty sure within the next couple weeks too so I'll definitely be looking into that. What I love so much about this great city is that it is impossible to be bored here. Well, my mom always used to tell me that if you're bored then you're boring. But truth be told, I was getting so bored in California. Life was becoming routine. Same shit different day. I haven't felt that way at all since I've been here. I hope that in a year from now, maybe even in a few that I'll hold that same feeling. If I don't, then maybe when that time comes there will be a new adventure on my table. Life is a journey and I know that thought alone will always reign true. It's your approach to the journey that can turn your life into a struggle or the greatest adventure you have ever known. You decide.

Until we meet again,
Meg