Concrete Jungles Where Dreams Are Made Of

I've been meaning to start a blog for a little while--I feel like it's a pretty decent way to avoid doing the things that I actually need to be doing, while feeling a little more productive than staring at the same Facebook photo albums for the last hour. Plus, I'm planning on having insane adventures in New York that I will want to share with everyone.

So there it is, the main reason I'm doing this. I'm moving to New York City, in less than a month, for an entire year, and it's going to be an adventure. I somehow doubt I've missed telling anyone because I've been talking about it every chance I've got for the last 8 months, but if you haven't heard I'm doing my dietetic internship at NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital in the Big Apple. It's an unpaid internship, I'll be working at the nation's largest not-for-profit, non-sectarian hospital doing rotations in endocrinology, oncology, end stage renal disease, peds, obstetrics, and much much more. I'm staying in housing provided by the hospital. It's 8x11 room, (did you know that is a common size for area rugs? yup, I'm going to living and fitting all my stuff on an area rug) sharing a bathroom with who knows how many people right by the east river.

At this point it all seems a little overwhelming. I was born in a town with 800 people, went to a high school that had 600 students, moved to a city with a population of 118,500, went to a university with 30,000 students, and I'm now moving to an island with 18,976,500 people. I'm not great with math, but I know that a lot more people than I'm used to. I may be a little out of my league. Would you judge me if I told you that I've been watching Gossip Girl just because it's set in New York? (Ok that a lie, I was watching it before then, it's a guilty pleasure; everyone has them) I have religiously been reading the guide book that my wonderful brother and sister-in-law bought me for Christmas. Did you know that no one in New York calls the subway lines the "blue" or "orange" lines--it's the A-C-E and the 1-2-3, and that most New Yorkers think that Times Square is the most commercialized, overrated place ever? I've resigned myself to the fact that I'm probably going to look like a tourist for most of the year I'm there. I do however plan on becoming a street-savvy New Yorker eventually.

So this next month is going to busy, a lot of ending the old and starting the new. I'm sad that so many things that are really important to me are in the "old" category. Even though I'm sure most of you have probably heard me complain about it once or twice, I'm going to miss Provo. I'm freaked out about leaving my friends and family. (It's only a year right? People please keep on reminding me this isn't forever, I'm not losing anyone, they're still there, just a little farther away than I'm used to.) Again, I'm sure you've all heard me complain about it, but I'll miss my job and all the amazing girls that I've had the chance to meet there (and the fact that they feed me every time I work--I think I've forgotten how to cook).

I guess it's coming, whether I'm ready or not, so here's to the new...New York that is.