Many Moons

Well, I haven't posted on here in many moons, so I thought I'd give it a shot. I'm a little tipsy, so please don't be too harsh on the judgment (why is there no 'e' after the 'g' in judgment? that doesn't make any sense).
Moving on. I have officially relocated to New York City. That's right, the Big Apple, NYC (or Enyce, if you prefer), the City of Dreams (I made that one up, but it seemed fitting). It's glorious here, but I still feel like such an outsider. I try to fit in, try to seem like I know where I'm going, but it doesn't really work. I mean, I'm learning the neighborhoods, but I still get the odd sensation that everyone looks at me and assumes that I'm some redneck who's on vacation and can't handle herself in the Big City. It's kind of like how I still felt like a freshman at UGA even as I was completing my final semester. Which reminds me, I got my diploma! The high and mighty overlords of the University of Georgia actually decided that my mediocre grades were enough to let me graduate. Huzzah! It's kind of odd, too, because no one else I know has gotten his or her diploma, but whatever, I got mine and they can't take it back. So there.
Other than my feeling like a total outsider and the fact that I did not bring nearly enough clothes, New York is groovy. Lyndsay and I lucked out and got a super-great apartment in Murray Hill (Midtown, central location=perfection). Though our apartment broker may have been a criminal, apartment 2F is now all ours and I am so beyond thrilled. It's a one bedroom, but splitting a one bedroom between 2 people is actually fairly common in Manhattan and we really do have tons of space. One ridiculous thing about NYC is that landlords apparently don't understand the need for central AC, so we have none. It's been fine so far, but seriously, it's 2011, and we're not in Europe. Why the hell do these people think AC isn't necessary? Other than that (and the tiny roach problem that has now been quashed), our apartment really is fantastic. I am just still having a hard time believing that this is not a vacation.
I should probably write a more coherent post in the morning when I'm a touch more sober. Until then, hasta la huego (I have no idea if that's spelled correctly; I took French)!