So I left the 10th of August and went to NYC to get things around. Dropped off some of my summer things and got some winter things from storage. It was nice to see all my New York friends before I left and the best part was that all my Chicago friends were in town for the Del Close Improv Marathon, so I got to see them before I left. I even got to take them to get one of my favorite New York dishes: Fish Head Casserole.
It was a busy week, getting everything around and just wanting to spend as much time with as many people as I could, which I did, but which was incredibly exhausting. I was staying with my brother Josh and his fiancee Ashley and they live a little uptown, so I tended to stay out late and then get up early.
The hardest part was leaving. It seemed like I should have been so excited, but I think because I am used to going back to school now and gearing up to be with my friends, it was hard. And then because I got a little taste of my NYC life before I came here, I got sad to leave it. At the airport I was calling people and I was so emotional, a young woman across from me gave me a sad look, I think she thought I was moving to Europe permanently.
So it worked out that I couldn't sleep on the plane. Even after 4 little bottles of red wine. I was in a row of 3 seats but there were only two of us and the weirdo next to me insisted on staying in the middle and cramping me up against the window. He smelled wierd. I tried to sleep for a bit but the truth is I actually got hooked watching the movie '17 Again'. And as much as I made fun of that movie when it came out, I revise my opinion and say it is officially a sweet, heartwarming tale.
Exhausted at my hour and a half layover in Amsterdam, slept on 1 hour flight to Prague and then found the baggage claim where I would meet Eric after his flight landed. There I semi-slept on a bench for the hour and a half until I heard his flip-flops shuffling toward me. AND THEN WE WERE IN PRAGUE.
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