Sometimes it's hard to remember that new places are fun and exciting.

Single digits=The number of days which I will live in Orlando not including the days I will be in NY next week.

I wish there were more days. And I wish I was enjoying them with my bike (it got stolen a couple weeks ago...). And I wish my roomie was around. And several million other things. Moving is extremely stressful. Surprise surprise. On Monday I am going to New York to try and find a place to live. It's going to be horrible. Everything will be too much money and logistically way too complicated. I will be stressed out and probably cry, even if I do a lot of yoga and remember to take deep breaths.

Here's hoping that despite all the madness, I find a place and I can come back and enjoy my final week (without this nasty-ass black cloud hanging over my head) in this city which, surprisingly, has come to feel pretty homey.