New York, New York.. not the best place in the world.

I know I previously wrote I would not whine about my own life, but this will be an exception. South Carolina was great. The plane ride was easy going (although we were delayed 3 hours), and the car ride to Pawlie's Island was short and sweet. My dad greeted us with a warm hug. Jake and I planted our first steps onto southern asphalt as we walked to the grey rented Nissan. It was also Jake's first time seeing a Palm Tree. We drove maybe half an hour and wound up at Pawlie's Island. Julia's house there (Maurice Cottege) was in a fantastic location. From the front door, there was a small road, and then a bird sanctuary (which was mostly a marsh). Each cottage had its own pier, letting you walk up to the marsh. If you were at the back door of the house, you'd be facing a beach that hugged the Atlantic Ocean. The waves were easy going and not too rough. All in all, it was great. Dinners all together, lounging on the beach, swimming, boogie boarding, eating, cooking, crabbing, Olympics watching.

And now, I am back in NYC. It is not South Carolina. My shiity apartment is not Julia's cottage. We can't leave our doors unlocked. We don't see the ocean from our bedroom windows. We don't have family dinners (let alone bearly have dinners). Everything is isolated, lonley, sad, dirty at this apartment. It is the opposite of full of life. It is uninviting. And this is how I've lived for the past 2 and a half months. I'm pretty bummed out to be here. But I do hope that when I get out of this place, this apartment, things will start to look up.

When I'm settled in, I hate change. I almost didn't want to go South Carolina, only because it was change, scary. That is something I need to get over if I'm ever going to ant to enjoy myself. So until then.. I'm going to try to get some dinner together.