11:57 pm

As I crossed Third Avenue on 88th Street to grab a slice of pizza ($2.50) at Roma's (I jaywalked along with everyone else... its an unspoken right of a NYC pedestrian) it occurred to me that "I'm here! I made it to New York City!" I have arrived in the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps, particularly its - fortunately for me - pizza parlors (there were 4-5 others in line at this hour.)

I'm sitting in our empty (other than my two suitcases and boxes of bar review books) apartment. I spent the evening hanging up the shower curtain, filling up the air mattress and making my "bed", going to Rite-Aid to buy handsoap and cough medicine, and stopping by Jason's cousin Angie's apartment (half a block away) to borrow a blanket. Also, to my pleasant surprise, I discovered "free" wireless internet.

My bar review class starts on Thursday. There are about 35 pounds of bar prep materials, bound in eight thick volumes. Rumor has it that bar review is more than a full time job, requiring four hours a day of class M-F, and then an additional 6 (!) hours each day of study time on your own. At least 5-10 hours devoted on weekends, as well. Ay carumba!

Ah well, I'll let Jack Johnson (Brushfire Fairytales) comfort for me for now (poor hubby Jason is also alone in his Seattle apartment for another couple weeks).

Let the adventures begin!

We did it! (courtesy of Debby Lee, 4/9/05)