If I can make it there

Tomorrow I'm getting on a flight that will return me to New York City.

It has been about a year and a half since I have been there. I know it should feel like a homecoming, but it doesn't really feel that way. I've been away for such a long time that it almost feels like I don't go to NYU at all. It's silly, but I almost feel like a nervous little freshman all over again.

The end of last semester was stressful, to say the least, and even the ridiculously long winter break NYU gives us didn't allow me enough time to recuperate fully. Part of me wishes I could stay here in my big, comfy bed watching every episode of How I Met Your Mother over and over forever. But all of my friends and even my sister are back at college. I can't live in a perpetual Christmas break.

As motivation, here is a list of reasons why I'm excited to be returning to New York City:
-meeting new people, making new friends
-seeing old friends
-cooking
-shopping at the Union Square farmers' market and the Trader Joes that is right across the street from my dorm (it's the small things)
-classes in that big, beutiful Stern (Tisch) building
-everything bagels--toasted with cream chese
-bragging to all of my friends when the 49ers beat the NY Giants on Sunday (fingers crossed)
-a full course load of exciting and non-b.s. classes
-Crumbs cupcakes
-the first snow day of the year
-24hr subway

And there are a myriad of other reasons for me to be excited for this semester. I just gotta keep telling myself about all of them.