Bobby's First Day at His Internship

New York City is weird. They say you can tell who lives here by the way they move. I think those are the people who are sitting down in restaurants and in parks, either with a book in their hand or without, cause they are the only ones who don't seem phased by the chaos on the sidewalks.

It's weird here by myself. I think that's how I know I could never live here. If I walked down these streets more than once a week without someone to do it with, I'd get swallowed up. And inevitably it would come to that.

I'm sitting in the flat iron eating Chop't (nothing better!) and guzzling on some free WiFi from some restaurant around here. That's just another thing that's weird. In Maryland, finding free WiFi is like winning Easter. In NYC, it's like they're competing for you.

In one hour I'm going to be walking into the Elevator Repair Service office for the second time. The first time I spent an hour circling the block because I was nervous as hell and I got there an hour early. I can already feel my stomach flipping (though that may be because I rode on the top level of a double-decker bus?) but I think I'll be ok. Megan won't be there, which sucks, but it'll also force me to not attach myself to her when I introduce myself. That's always good.

I miss you guys.