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!