First day in New York: Spring Fever for the City

First full day in New York City. A few things (although I've been thinking of several things to say on this but have forgotten them now that I've finally sat down to type. Whoops. Bad blogger. BAD.) I feel really clear right now, very assured, ready, willing, open - everything positive. Everything has gone smoothly (a gift from the universe? Because that outcome was truly not expected. I expected at least ONE snafoo).
I never thought I'd leave seattle so calmly. I went to a friends house for a short drink, went home, looked around my empty house for the last time. white walls, sound bouncing off of them and the hardwood floor below. I left notes all around for my best girl Carey, because she is moving in and because I want to stay in her world so badly. A house that has been amazing for me, delivering me from a sticky situation in a difficult time, and has remained my pride and joy since I moved in. That was almost two years ago.
I looked around. I said goodbye to the empty walls, locked the door, closed it and walked away. On the ride to the airport I looked at everything as though it was the last time. I unloaded my luggage. I got on the plane. I flew away. I must admit, I looked out the window and felt overwhelmed for moment (because I am STILL so in love with Seattle and always will be. I love you Seattle.)
I slept on the plane and I woke up here. I've done the right thing. I love it already. Lets fall in love NYC, shall we?

3...2....1.. Take Off!

One week until DEPARTURE.
I was thinking today about how it would be if we could just write a letter to our future or former selves. If I could have written myself a letter two weeks ago from "Betsy: One Week Before She Leaves". I think I would have felt a lot better. I was sort of freaking out a week ago. I kept describing how I felt to people - that it felt like walking into a dark room. I had no idea how I was feeling. I had no words. Or a lot of words. FREAKING OUT!

I'm at my mom and dad's house now. Mom threw me a "Fairwell Luncheon" yesterday. Why? Because I'm launching myself into space, never to be seen again, serviving only on peanut butter and pieces of plastic. So... that calls for a LUNCHEON!

Wow. I love that concept. A luncheon. It's like a sit-in or a happening or a peace march but with food. Love it.

Anyway, It turned out to be: not that bad. I got some really good, solid hilarious advice:
1. Look for Nicki Scott. She's my niece. She lives in Manhattan.
2. You can live for a month on peanut butter alone (that's why I"m bringing it into space with me.)
3. Pastries are better a day old. And cheaper!

It was pretty priceless.

Anyway, my mom bought me a new digital camera that I'm recording my life with so look forward to many new pictures and stories about my life in NYC. I'm looking forward to creating a juicy blog with lots of information about my life on the streets of Manhattan (aka outer space). We'll see if I make good on my new resolution. Stay tuned!