WELCOME TO NEW YORK - Now, those are words that I never expected to see as I - or should I say Greg - drove my Ford Escape "home" with the past 26 years of my life crammed into it. NYC is a place I had always looked upon with wide eyes as a fantastic city to visit, shop, see Broadway shows, shop, try amazing restaurants, and shop. I never thought that I would actually live there.


To my surprise, as my 7.5 year educational career came to a close, NYC was exactly where I wanted to be. I decided that the experience, the designs, the culture, (and yes - the shopping) are all things that I had to get a taste of while I was young, single, eager to learn, and seemingly fearless.


So here I am. Actually... Here, I am not. You see, moving to the Big Apple isn't exactly as easy as just deciding "I think I'll move to NYC today." I am currently in my aunt's living room, perched in front of the UK vs Indiana game (Go Cats!)... In Wallingford, CT. Today concludes week 2 of my New York experience, and I don't even live there yet. Why? Oh, I'll tell you why - on my 2.5 hour commute home one day next week. That should be ample time to share some thoughts on living with that crazy lady from Craigslist, meeting celebrity bodyguards on the train, Occupy Wall St. protests, and days when I forget to put on my deodorant.


82-73 Kentucky with 6 minutes to go... CATS CATS CATS!!