Around that time, my mother dressed me in my finest dress and my little string of pearls and took me to see the Sound of Music at the Raleigh Memorial Auditorium. From then on, I was obsessed with musical theater and, subsequently, Broadway and New York City. I would print out pictures of the City from the internet and make collages to decorate my room with. I would watch the Today Show with my mother, just so I could get a glimpse of the skyline. I would beg my parents to take me into Manhattan every time we visited my uncles who lived in New Jersey and Connecticut. I rarely got my way, but when I did I was enthralled with the City. I knew I was going to live in New York City one day.
Last month, I visited my home state of North Carolina. It had been a while since I’d visited the state capital, Raleigh, so my brother and a few of my childhood friends decided to show me around. One of the best places they took me was the Wander Box: a mobile, solar-powered, 12-tap beer garden made from a shipping container.
The countdown has begun. I have six months until I will depart on the biggest adventure of my life: a year of continuous travel. I would say about 90% of the time I am very excited and the other 10% I am confused and terrified.
I have a bad habit of not thinking things through. This bad habit replaces my previous bad habit of thinking too much.
It wasn’t until a few months ago that I even knew a public pool existed in Astoria. It is like big secret that only true Astorians know about. (Am I a true Astorian now?) But even after I found out the pool existed, I was not so into it.
A crowded, chlorine-loaded public pool in dirty New York City. Ew No, thank you.
After a brutal and unforgiving winter, I was in a bit of a rut. I didn’t write, I didn’t run, and I certainly did not clean my room. Even after the weather began to warm up, I couldn’t quite get myself off of the couch. I discovered the frozen yogurt shop less than a block away from my house and spent far too much time eating yogurt while watching Netflix. It was not pretty.
My friend, Dave, and I had discussed hiking in Cold Spring many times over the winter months while we polished off bottles of red wine. However, when we actually set a date, I became hesitant. After all, all of that hiking would definitely interfere with my cookies ‘n cream-flavored binge eating session. And, I was in the middle of watching Battlestar Galactica again, so…you know…I had had things to do.