City visit

NYC is freakin cold people!

I'm literally here for 24 hours. My cousin is graduating from Columbia and he invited me and my brother to come and join in the festivities. I like festivities. I like New York. And I have nothing better to do. I wish I had time to visit my friends at school though!!

Speaking of which, I've been thinking about going back to school next year and have come to a decision. As much as I like college itself, I don't think I can live on campus next year. Call me a coward or a crybaby but you know what? I get too homesick, too anxious, and way too diet obsessed. My mom's sister Auntie S. lives in Manhattan on the upper west side and she invited me to live with her in the apartment. It's a studio, and she has two enormous cats but oh well I love it and I love her. Home is where the heart is.

When I told my therapist the plan for next year she said, "I think you're avoiding a part of college life that makes you feel uncomfortable, and if you live off campus it's just another way to isolate yourself from everyone."

Then I said, "I know you are but what am I?" Not the most sophisticated comeback in my repertoire but she's a poopy head and it's all I had.

I was able to squeeze in an early morning run in Central Park today which was fun but HOLY MOTHER OF ALL THINGS COOKIES I was freezing my spandex covered buns off. Since when did it get so frigid in the south?

Tomorrow I return to the land of overloaded meal plans and group therapy sessions comprised of me and the other girls throwing gum wrappers at each other from across the room. Insurance covered me for another two more weeks so I figured eh what the hell lets give them another fourteen days to try and cure me.