Blog Every Day in January Day 9: RIDING THE TRAIN WITH MY BIG GIRL PANTS

My current source of anxiety is currently this trip that I'm taking to New York tomorrow for a class I took last semester. As much as I enjoy having alone time, the idea of navigating to and through an area that I'm not particularly familiar with by myself just does not sound like something that I personally can realistically do. Which is a little ridiculous, because I know a lot of people that would totally thrive in that situation and I just don't understand how you do that. Like how do you just show up in New York City fresh off a greyhound bus and start walking around like you own the place and taking the subway like its no big deal?? I am one hundred percent sure that I will be walking with my phone in my face trying to understand the googlemaps app while bumping into every disgruntled New Yorker (I imagine all New Yorkers are at least a little disgruntled--right?? RIGHT?? DO I FIT IN YET???).

Fortunately my friend Alexis, who is a beautiful peach blossom that blooms early in the morning while the sun slowly rises, has agreed to come with me. It's actually a pretty exciting trip, and we're seeing some cool exhibits at the MoMA and watching performances and stuff, which is like the whole reason why Alexis agreed to come, but I've had very little information and very little time to plan. Which would drive me nuts enough if I was in like Newark, Delaware or Cherry Hill, New Jersey, but having to semi wing it in NYC has given me ulcers I'M SURE OF IT. While I'm glad I won't be alone in this EXERCISE IN IMPROVISATION (ALEXIS YOU SMELL LIKE KITTENS THAT BATHED IN RAINBOWS), I am also a little nervous that I will somehow mess something up so badly that I will end up stranded in New York with no shoes and teeth missing. My imagination sometimes runs wild.

OKAY YEAH SO THAT'S IT FOR TODAY'S ENTRY! I don't actually know if I'll manage to get a post up tomorrow...I would consider live blogging, but I want to make sure my phone has as much batter as possible lest I accidentally wake up in a ditch on the outskirts of Manhattan. Does that happen to anyone? Do those things get reported??

Let me know if you have had any similar experiences in travel-related anxiety! Ooh remind me to tell you about the time I took the train into Philly by myself and walked past the same homeless man three times trying to figure out which direction to walk. Seriously, who am I??