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Sunday, September 02, 2007

I'm back! I officially moved into my new apartment yesterday, with the very generous help of my parents who drove a full minivan all the way from Ohio (and more, but that's a long story). The big blogging news here is not only that I moved boroughs, I've moved electronic addresses as well. Check out the newest edition of New York Minutes at nyminutes.blogspot.com. See you there!


Wednesday, August 01, 2007

So it’s over. I’m officially unemployed and no longer live in the convent. I’m still in shock. All of my roommates and I are in agreement that it doesn’t seem possible that it’s over, but it is. As of yesterday I am in Florida, visiting my sister and her family. I was going to write a big witty/poignant final entry, but it didn’t happen, partially due the craziness of moving and partially due to the fact that the convent got struck by lightening and we haven’t had internet for the last two weeks. So it goes. Here will be an abbreviate version.

At Mercy Center, my bosses Mary and Joe took Kathleen and I out for a goodbye lunch in Little Italy in the Bronx. It was a very cool place, and I look forward to taking visitors there for some good Italian food. It was nice to see a different part of the Bronx, and it felt like a whole different world. Then the whole staff threw us an ice cream sundae party, where we made speeches and cried into our ice cream bowls. The day was made even more sad/nice because families kept stopping in to say goodbye. It was semi-heartbreaking to leave the people we have come to know and love. It’s hard to know that we entered into their lives for such a short time and now are abruptly leaving. It’s easier for me than Kathleen though, because at least I will still be in the city. I hope to continue to be involved at Mercy Center in some form next year.

On the home front, we spent our last weekend together camping on Long Island at Wildwood State Park. If we were going for some alone time, we were disappointed, because the “campsites” were more like parking spaces, and we were surrounded by other tents just a few feet away on all sides. I guess you just can’t get away from the crowds when you’re still that close to New York. However, we still had a great time, just hanging out, walking on the beach, playing cards and sitting by the campfire. It was very relaxing and we got to enjoy each others’ company one last time.

Then Monday, Anna left bright and early at 5:00 in the morning. We got up to send her off, although we wanted to do what the sisters downstairs had suggested, stand in the front of the car to “prohibit her leaving.” They are so cute. I spent Monday going back and forth to Brooklyn to ferry the rest of my stuff to the new apartment, thankfully with the help of my roomies. I was the next to go, leaving early Tuesday morning, and now here I am. I’m still processing the abrupt transition.

In fact, I’m still processing a lot from the year. I learned so much and had so many unforgettable experiences. When I see you, feel free to ask, I’m sure I will be happy to talk about it. This was going to be the end of my webjournal, as this originally I was only going to be in New York for a year, but now I am staying. I think I will continue it, especially as I start the Fellows program, so you can stay tuned for more NY minutes in the fall I think…

For now, I will leave you with a few pictures. See you in September, if not before…




Monday, July 23, 2007

Weekend update: Our last weekend together in the city
Saturday night Anna made dinner and we invited the nuns downstairs over to eat with us. This turned out to be us eating in their dining room, since ours is small and echoes and only fits four people comfortably. It was nice to visit with them one last time. They really are sweet, and have made an effort to get to know all of us. They told us stories about Kenya and now we all want to go visit. They said we could stay at the convent and their sisters would show us around. Afterward we went out for the last time to the crazy Irish pub Sean Ogs, which has a dance floor in the back watched over by a large mural of JFK painted on the wall...oh Woodside, I will miss you.

Last night we went to Upright Citizen Brigade, the free improv comedy show, for the last time. I'm going to miss sitting on blankets and eating tuna fish sandwiches while waiting for free events with the roommates...

An observation: I think approximately one forth of the people on the train this morning were reading Harry Potter.


Friday, July 20, 2007

Hey check out what my dad found in the San Antonio Express-News.


Thursday, July 19, 2007

So yesterday, Kathleen and I had an errand to run so we went to Manhattan after work. We got off the train at 59th and Lexington, and immediately noticed fire engines headed downtown. Looking down the street, there was a huge column of billowing smoke engulfing the street. It was right across from the Chrysler building, so we were both afraid to that something had happened to Grand Central.
Smoke and crowds down Lexington Ave:

I called Ryan and Kelly to find out what was going on via the internet, since no one knew what was going on. Soon after, we found via cnn.com what had happened. In the meantime, Kathleen and I gawked along with countless others in the middle of Lexington Ave, which they had closed off, and talked with people who had been in Grand Central or in office buildings nearby. I cannot believe that more people were not seriously injured. Seriously, how something blew a giant hole in the street in front of Grand Central during rush hour without more injury to people is beyond me. But anyway, I’m sure everyone has seen all the pictures and read all about it on the news and stuff. I don’t have anything to add. Sorry to have such a voyeuristic posting.

Oh yes, but Kathleen and I ended up walking over the Queensboro Bridge to get home. I think the trains were running everywhere but Grand Central, but neither one of us wanted to get on a hot, crowded, slow-running train. And it’s been something I’ve been meaning to do for a while. The Brooklyn Bridge gets all sorts of attention, but no one ever wants to walk to Queens…
Walking over the Queensboro Bridge:



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