Stress: Spring Break Edition

Yes, it is that time of year. Spring Break that is, not stress...stress is a year-long event.

I should be getting psyched. After all, anticipation is half the fun. But I'm somehow not really on board yet.

For one, I'm stressed about us finding a place to stay. We have reservations at a nice hostel/hotel in the Morningside Heights neighborhood but we want to be more downtown. I found a place on Craigslist that sounds good and is Gramercy (where Whitny from The City lives...fate?). But I'm always scared about giving my credit card information to people who aren't from corporate hotel chains. Am I being sketchy? Should we just subway it on all our outings, or should we risk getting scammed to try to get a place closer.

For the record, the Craigslist woman sounded totally legit. And contrary to popular belief, I am not that naive about stuff like this, aaand I have good instincts.


That's kind of small cookies, though. Because I'm also worried that I won't even have fun. I don't want to be pessimistic, but I AM pessimistic. Chloe and KPott and I haven't hung out in a zillion years. I love them both to death and we talk as much as possible on the phone. But they've both been distant lately. What if spending a week together in a busy city is stressful instead of exciting? Argh. It's probably that they both have finals. And we always have fun, so I'm sure it will be fine. But I want it to be mindblowing, not just fine...... we'll see.

Finally, I am also getting that preparing-to-leave meloncholia. This will be my last time living with my parents. And my last time living with my sister! I'll KIT as much as I can, of course. But I highly doubt that I will come live at home after law school. Even during the summers between law school years, I'll be working somewhere. "I'm not mature enough for this!" (Parent Trap, everybody.) My parents can handle it, and once I'm gone I will be fine too. I don't get that sad when I am away and busy. But I will miss being with my sister and I know she'll miss me too. I feel like I already missed so much of her youth (yes, I sound like I'm over 50) when I was living outside the house during college. She's only just started high school now, and I'm going to miss a rockin' good time. Boooo.

Pobre Phoebe. Ahora mi vida es triste. Soy emo.

Dame desu neeee!

Isn't it weird how all languages other than your first are stored in the same part of your brain? I have NEVER been able to compose espanol in my head without nihongo vocab randomly popping up. No Spanglish for me, just Japanish. Or Spanese. I don't know bout you but I much prefer the former. More syllables are always better.





"But, but you told me that I was the rule and... does this mean I'm the exception?"
"You're my exception."
Yet again, that part made me tear up.