As you may or may not know, this is my second year here. The first year had a lot of its ups and downs. By the second semester I’d decided to take up therapy. Unfortunately, I cannot continue that, but it proved to be exponentially beneficial to my well-being. That is to say, freshman year in college kicked my butt. I’d like to say I kicked back, but first of all that’s really corny and also I’m not sure how true that is. My long summer break was much needed, but so is this. I need to be busy and challenged. And that’s how this week has been. Looking back, it’s also how much of my summer was, too. Over the summer I went to Florida for about a month. Then I went to Europe for 16 days and explored London, Paris, Venice and Rome. I babysat, dog-sat, and spent some quality family time after I returned.
Then there was Welcome Week. While most of it was me doing not much of anything, maybe hanging out with some friends, I think there’s one 24 hour day worth mentioning. Last Friday night (cue Katy Perry), I went to a party with some friends. Now, since I hang out with the best people on the planet, we usually don’t end nights until about three in the morning. This night was no different. So I get home, sleep for no more than three hours, then wake up and get ready for an adventure to Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty. Why, you ask? Because it was a free NYU dorm event and I had never been there, so why not? So I spend the entire morning going on boats and seeing historical monuments and whatnot, then RUSH back to the mainland to change clothes and take a bus to New Jersey for my baby cousin’s first birthday party. I hadn’t eaten anything but a couple of mini doughnuts (do not try this at home, kids). So I’m at this one year old’s Monet-themed party (yes, I know, classy baby) I stuff my face with dinner, bounce in the bouncy house, and then get picked up by my dad to go back into the city for Escape Games NYC. No they did not pay me to write this, but yes, it was amazing fun and I will most certainly be going back. I then go to my grandma’s house to spend the night with her before going back to my dorm the next day only to party once again that night. But!!! In the first 24 hours from that first party, I had had quite the adventure. And I’m super proud of it because that is how I believe college should be done.
Actually, that’s probably how my ideal life would go. Certainly not every weekend, but often enough to have a lot of great stories to tell. Because I’m a writer, it’s really important to me to have rich experiences to work with, but I think everyone, regardless of whether they’re an artist or not, should try to have as many rich life experiences as they possibly can. Life itself is art. You have the ability to paint your own. Why shouldn’t it be colorful?
I promise one day I’ll be less of a cliche. That day is not today.
I’ve neglected this blog, and I probably will continue to do so, but I always come back to it. It’s like a really unhealthy, one-sided relationship. And I sure do know those well. But I appreciate that you guys still read this thing.