Ok, so Annalise was right - I skipped a month of blogging my heart out, sorry. Been rather preoccupied with heaps of "serious" endeavors. Almost done with grad school apps and I took the psych GRE and aced it, or as much as that is possible with a standardized test - I scored higher than 95% of all the other test-takers. It's good to kick a murderous test's ass, yay.
Now I'm moving to New York. Officially starting tomorrow - well tomorrow morning I'm flying to Miami for a week to celebrate the holidays with my family and get a little sunshine. Go sunshine. And THEN I'm flying to NYC on the 30th, for a New York New Year, mhmm. I'm going to stay in Brooklyn at first with a friend of my grandma's, a little Jewish lady who remembers me as a little kid in Ukraine, she says she wants to be my New York Grandma and make me "soupiki," so yay for that. This way I'll be able to take a bit of time to find a decent place to live and a job.
I figured since I'm totally free for the next 8 months at least, (if I get into one of the grad programs I want, they won't start until September,) I might as well New Yorkify my life. As in culture, art, proximity to friends, something new as I've visited but never lived there before, and a hell of an exciting place to be - plus I love big cities - I was definitely happy living in Paris.
So here I come, my bags are (just about) packed, and I'm ready to dazzle. ;) What does Carrie Bradshaw have that I don't, anyway? A newspaper column? I've got this blog, not that I promise to turn every sexual and men-related morsel of my life into an advice column from now on, but I do promise to be just as, if not more fun.
Happy holidays and a toast: (yes I'm toasting in a blog, so pour yourself something delicious and at least 10% alcoholic,)
Be brave, throw yourself into situations in the middle of the ocean, in the middle of a new city, in the middle of the middle of anything that you don't know - it's exciting, terrifying, and unbelievably good for you.
