I don’t think that my feet have ever hurt this much before. Including the time I hiked to the top of the Sandia Mountains. Apparently New York City has something that the deserts of the Southwest don’t offer: the desire to wear cute shoes when you’re planning on walking 20 miles rather than hiking boots.
Aside from my NYC fun induced foot pain, however, my stay in the Northeast was absolutely amazing. Which, of course, I knew it would be. I arrived in New York on Friday afternoon, lugging around two months worth of luggage since I hadn’t been able to drop it off in Manhattan before going to Common Ground. I heaved my way through Grand Central (largely with the help of my train buddies from Common Ground) and caught a cab to my mom’s friend’s apartment to drop off my big suitcase. After that, the fun ensued. I spent the next few days visiting with some of my best friends from Bronfman, driving up to Ithaca (though my view of Cornell was mostly limited to the superb grocery-shopping experiences the town offers) and back down to Princeton where I toured campus and took some House-related pictures.
Back in New York, I said goodbye to my friend Julie as she prepared to head off to her big summer adventure in China and made my way to Manhattan to spend the next couple of days roaming around the Met, meeting people for meals (because we all know that my life revolves around food), and just walking and walking and walking. Basically, in summary, I LOVE NEW YORK (as the t-shirts so astutely point out...)
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