48 Hours in New York City

Due to the mildly ridiculous blizzard, my trip to New York City got delayed by a day. I was a little bummed but privately elated that I could have an extra day spent in my PJs and watching the snow pile up outside. Tuesday morning, though, like a true trooper I managed to drag myself out of bed (okay- the couch. I was on another QVC binge) at 5am and head to South Station to catch the Fung Wah to NYC. 

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The Fung Wah was definitely not my first option (Take a second to Google "Fung Wah + death" and you will understand why). It wasn't completely horrible though- I did meet a nice man who was going to NYC because God had told him too. Obviously, I mean God tells me to travel across country via death machines blasting Chinese music all the time. I just choose to put down the bottle of Jack Daniels and call it a night. But to each their own.

New York City Bound

It is alarming how quickly this winter break is passing by. I have already been home for 9 days and it has all been blurred into one stream of eating, sleeping, eating and napping. It depresses me a little to know that in two weeks I will be headed back to D.C. to finish out my last semester of my senior year. The depressing aspect is that I will no longer be able to just eat, sleep, eat and nap- not the fact that I will be finally escaping the grasps of George Washington University. 

Truthfully, I had been a little nervous about this winter break. It was the first break in which I had been home and not abroad in Israel. I would be celebrating my birthday without copious amounts of alcohol or friends to guide me home. Instead I found myself celebrating my birthday by gorging on birthday cake and watching seven straight hours of "Dexter". Surprisingly, it was really enjoyable- even though every time I see the Yoshi Blade commercial on TV I get the giggles and picture Dexter obliterating some child rapist with it.