Live, from New York, it's Monday Morning

So here we are. Or, I should say, so here I am. Broome Street, New York City. I don't know how else to put it. It's great.

OK well I do still have a lot of adjusting to do. Not many people have moved into the dorm yet, and I don't know anyone other than my roommate, but already it just feels better than HC ever did. It's going to be more of a challenge to meet people, but that's the kind of thing I need or else I'll just mosey around and wait for someone in my orientation group to say something. This time, there's no orientation group, no floor meetings, and no obnoxious programs that I'm obligated to go to. The fact that I can keep to myself is probably what I recognize to be most familiar, and it's just what I need. I need to take this time to adjust, and I'm finding that if I'm left to do it on my own it happens the way I want it to. Crazy? Perhaps.

My roommate and I are very quiet, but we went out for sake and then to a club last night, which was very fun despite the fact that the club was small, amongst other things. But I felt at home for some reason, and I don't know why but I don't think there's any way that could be a bad thing. It's a different New York, down here in SoHo - not as many crazy tourists and more people just going to work and living their daily lives.

Perfecto.