My first blog

So I was thinking about why I have never journaled before this, and I can only think of one reason... I haven't had anything to write about. growing up in Columbus, Ohio is just as it sounds... boring. Okay well maybe not just as it sounds, because whenever I tell people that's where I'm from, they immediately think two things. 1) my father is a farmer, and 2) I have a cow/chicken/horse etc. Neither of these are true. My mother is a cop and my dad is a car salesman. Which is fine. I couldn't ask for better.



So obviously NYC is a little different than Ohio. For one, there are a gazillion more people here. If they could stack people up to fit them through the sidewalks, I think they would. I could walk around my block 10 times and never see the same person twice. It's like no one ever stops moving here, and no one takes the same path twice. I would definitely not call it laid back...



I remember the first day I went to Bed Bath and Beyond with my roommate. Reeeediculous. It was like they took a BB and B from Ohio and put it on it's side. Everything was stacked to the ceiling. A whole wall was dedicated to toiletries, but I had no idea how I was going to reach the Dial soap 20 feet above me. My brain almost exploded from BB and B overload. The colors, music, 150 other patrons shopping in the same space... I needed a nap after that trip.



When my parents dropped me off we went to the grocery store across the street to pick up a couple things. It was like BB and B junior. While looking for a toothbrush, I forgot mine at the hotel, I was amazed to find them in the cereal aisle hanging over my head above the Frosted Flakes... Amazing. AND to top it all off, a box of those flakes cost over $6. Reeediculous.



We went to lunch at the place across the street from my house, it's called Turtle Bay. Such a good place at night by the way. They have these little mini burgers that my mom and I both agreed qualified as adorable... Anyway, we struck it up with the waitress, and she told about some places I needed to visit, and the book that saved my life. It's called Not For Tourists (NFT), and it's a little black book that tells you all about NYC, it's burrows, where to shop, eat, hang out, do laundry ( don't get me started). And most of all it tells you how to use the subway. Very helpful. It even has little map you can unfold out of the back showing all the trains in the subway and where/ when they go. My roommate, who is a local, was even jealous because it has this section of quirky facts about the city, and there were things in there that she didn't know.

My roomies and I at Turtle Bay... We are there all the time. Especially for $1 beers on Wednesday!