I wasn’t entirely convinced I’d survived.
You know, maybe have a hiccup or two.
But really, I only got on the wrong subway a couple of times and slept in for a bus.
I didn’t get alcohol poisoning or die.
I joined a gym.
I ate healthy – except beer.
I made new friends – some of which are American.
I learnt to use the crazy ass washing machine and it didn’t destroy my clothes or shrink anything.
I am starting to settle at work and find my feet.
I probably ask a few too many questions, but I’ve never looked at that as a bad thing.
I went to a football (“soccer”) game.
I went to a basketball game.
I took part in a church service.
I did New York brunch.
I went to Philly. And ate a cheese steak.
I went gallery hopping.
I got a roommate.
I found a bar that serves $2 Champagne on Wednesday’s – my new tiny habit, “If I go to class, I will get Champagne”.
I may have nearly blown through the first month’s partial stipend already, but you live and learn.
I have not done as well at keeping my blog updated in the last week – so keep your eyes peeled, there’s a lot to come!
All and all, I feel pretty at home in New York and love my life.
Here’s my first month in pictures!