Today was a boring day. I'm getting a bit tired of not working. I find it very hard to be motivated to do anything at all, even finish setting up the apartment, with nothing really pushing me. Also, I'm very much motivated by other people... so being alone here for most of the day is tough. I pray the Lord will provide me with the right job very soon...
On Friday night, Aaron and I went to the Brooklyn Tabernacle's young adult ministry (which, incidentally, is called Transitions). It was interesting and fun, and definitely good for me to get out amongst people. I'd say there were about 150-200 people there. They were discussing their small groups, which launch within the next few weeks. It really made me miss our Transitions back home. It's hard to enter a group like that and remember that, just a few weeks ago, we were part of a very similar community, and we had lots of friends and a wonderful small group with whom we've spent years developing relationships. We miss you all so much...
I'm sorry this post is such a downer so far. I guess I'm just lonely and impatient. Impatient for life here in New York to be what it was back in Ohio. And I guess that's kind of stupid, because it's not going to be the same. But I'm hoping, of course, that it will be equally full of wonderful people. And I'm anxious to start meeting those people and making friends! Ah, patience... why does it feel like I'm always having to learn patience??
The apartment is coming along. We got a desk and a kitchen cart, both of which we lugged home from Target on the subway (not in the same trip). It was interesting, to say the least, but we're too cheap to get a cab! Anyway, hopefully soon I'll have those apartment pictures posted...
Over the weekend, Aaron and I saw the movie Love Happens. It was so good, and clean, which is unusual. I love Jennifer Aniston... maybe someday I'll see her here in New York! So far, I haven't seen any celebrities, which is unfortunate. On Saturday night, Aaron and I went to Central Park and walked around for a while, and we also spent some time walking on Park and Lexington Avenues. I told Aaron to keep an eye out for celebrities (look for the people in hats and sunglasses!) but we didn't see anyone... I'll be anxious to post about my first "celebrity sighting" one of these days!
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
A Week in the Life...
It's been a week since I last posted, not because I haven't wanted to, but because we STILL don't have internet in our apartment. The guy from Verizon was supposed to come yesterday and install it, but there was a mixup and it didn't happen. Hopefully tomorrow. Once again, I'm at the Brooklyn College library, using the internet while Aaron's in class. I'm such a criminal! ;-)
Things are going pretty well for us. I believe Aaron's spirits are lifted, even though things in his classroom are still difficult. He has good days and bad days with the kids, which is to be expected. I know things will keep getting generally better, however, as Aaron continues to learn and grow as a teacher. I can't wait to see where he's at by the end of the year; he'll be a pro, I'm sure. ;-) In the meantime, however, if any of you educators, especially those with experience in Special Ed, can offer him any advice on how to plan lessons for kids on such opposite ends of the behavioral and learning spectrums, I know he'd appreciate it.
Aaron and I spent all day Saturday working on our apartment. We got the loft bed all set up, which was a huge help, because then we were able to basically arrange the furniture. I'm actually very happy with the way it's set up. It took me a while to figure out the best scenario: should the bed go against the brick wall and cover part of the window? Or should it go against the white wall and cut into the walkway? Where will the "living room" area be, and where will we put the desk and the dressers? It was tough, and I was really wishing my mom was there to help, but I eventually did it all on my own! We still have some furniture to buy, and more unpacking to do, but hopefully within the next week, I can post some pictures of the apartment. We need to get it squared away quickly, because we are both so tired of tripping over boxes.
On Sunday, we slept in and spent most of the day at the library, using the internet and working on Aaron's lesson plans for the week. We then went to the 6 p.m. service at Redeemer Presbyterian Church, which meets at Hunter College on the East Side of Manhattan. The pastor there is Tim Keller, and we'd heard of him from a few different people, including Aaron's uncle David and our friends Nathan and Erica. Aaron had visited there while he lived in the city over the summer, but this was my first time. We ended up being late and missing most of the music because of subway issues, but we still enjoyed it. I had seen pictures of Tim Keller before, and from his appearance, as well as what I'd heard from others, I expected him to be very academic and stuffy. I knew he was a good pastor, but I thought that was maybe from a theological and academic standpoint. However, I was really surprised when I heard him speak. He was very conversational and, even though he spoke with much depth and conviction, I felt that even those who were "unchurched" could easily understand and appreciate his message. His sermon, incidentally, was about when David sinned by counting the fighting men and then was given a choice of punishment. Dr. Keller made some excellent points, and Aaron and I left there feeling both convicted and encouraged.
As far as church goes, we still want to visit several places, but we really liked Redeemer. In my opinion, it is exactly what an urban church should be- extremely focused on outreach and very passionate about both church-planting and social justice issues within the city and beyond. There are also so many different groups that meet throughout the week- groups for lawyers, educators, etc.- and these are in addition to their "small group" ministry. It was definitely a neat thing to see church done this way, in a city so huge and so needy. I'm looking forward to going there again, and also to visiting other churches (even though I miss Maranatha so much already).
On Sunday night, I was excited to get a text from my friend Brandon, who I went to high school with. He's been living in Florida, but had lived in NYC prior to that, and is back and forth fairly often. He works in Theatre and is about to go on tour with Young Frankenstein so he's in the city for the week preparing to leave. Another high school friend, Jameson, lives permanently in the city and also works on Broadway. The three of us met up and had dinner on Tuesday night while Aaron was at class. We met in midtown and they took me to a Mexican restaurant in the area of Manhattan known as "Hell's Kitchen." The food was delicious, and the company was wonderful. It was so fun to spend time with them and catch up! A former roommate of Brandon's also joined us, and it was nice to meet a new person. Aaron and I are hoping to be able to see them on Friday or Saturday before Brandon leaves, especially because Aaron wasn't able to join us on Tuesday. I can't even describe how nice it was to actually have "plans with friends" here in the city. So far that's a luxury I haven't had since we moved. It made me feel more at home somehow, like I actually live here and know some people.
Just before I met up with them, I got a phone call from a place I had sent a resume to. They wanted to meet with me about an Assistant Teacher position at an afterschool program affiliated with a church in Queens. I had an interview with them yesterday, which generally went very well. I think the interviewer was happy with me, and she asked me to come back later in the day for a sort of "trial run" working with the kids. I originally told her I would, but I ended up calling and cancelling. I really think I would have liked the job, and it seemed like a nice place to work, but the position was very part time (only 4 hours a day), the pay was very low, and it took me an hour to get there. After talking with Aaron, as well as my mom, I decided that the 2-hour commute wasn't worth it.
I have to say, I'm really thankful for people who talk sense into me sometimes. People who make me slow down and consider everything before making a decision. If I would've made the decision myself, with no advice from anyone else, I probably would have taken the job, and then ended up regretting it. If I'm not careful, I can tend to rush into things out of a sense of urgency and necessity. In other words, my thought would have been, "I need a job! This is the first one I've been offered and it seems fairly decent so, even though it's crazy far away, would cut significantly into my time with Aaron, and pays nothing, I'll take it!" This is where I need people to remind me that the first offer is not always the best offer, and that God is in control and will provide for me. I just need to wait on His timing.
Well, I'm going to move on to other things (like more job-searching) while I've got the internet at my disposal. Thanks to everyone for all the comments, emails, facebook messages, text messages, phone calls, etc. You have no idea how much that all means to us, especially now, while we're still so "disconnected" here in the city. Hearing from you and talking with you is so refreshing. We love and miss you all so much!
Things are going pretty well for us. I believe Aaron's spirits are lifted, even though things in his classroom are still difficult. He has good days and bad days with the kids, which is to be expected. I know things will keep getting generally better, however, as Aaron continues to learn and grow as a teacher. I can't wait to see where he's at by the end of the year; he'll be a pro, I'm sure. ;-) In the meantime, however, if any of you educators, especially those with experience in Special Ed, can offer him any advice on how to plan lessons for kids on such opposite ends of the behavioral and learning spectrums, I know he'd appreciate it.
Aaron and I spent all day Saturday working on our apartment. We got the loft bed all set up, which was a huge help, because then we were able to basically arrange the furniture. I'm actually very happy with the way it's set up. It took me a while to figure out the best scenario: should the bed go against the brick wall and cover part of the window? Or should it go against the white wall and cut into the walkway? Where will the "living room" area be, and where will we put the desk and the dressers? It was tough, and I was really wishing my mom was there to help, but I eventually did it all on my own! We still have some furniture to buy, and more unpacking to do, but hopefully within the next week, I can post some pictures of the apartment. We need to get it squared away quickly, because we are both so tired of tripping over boxes.
On Sunday, we slept in and spent most of the day at the library, using the internet and working on Aaron's lesson plans for the week. We then went to the 6 p.m. service at Redeemer Presbyterian Church, which meets at Hunter College on the East Side of Manhattan. The pastor there is Tim Keller, and we'd heard of him from a few different people, including Aaron's uncle David and our friends Nathan and Erica. Aaron had visited there while he lived in the city over the summer, but this was my first time. We ended up being late and missing most of the music because of subway issues, but we still enjoyed it. I had seen pictures of Tim Keller before, and from his appearance, as well as what I'd heard from others, I expected him to be very academic and stuffy. I knew he was a good pastor, but I thought that was maybe from a theological and academic standpoint. However, I was really surprised when I heard him speak. He was very conversational and, even though he spoke with much depth and conviction, I felt that even those who were "unchurched" could easily understand and appreciate his message. His sermon, incidentally, was about when David sinned by counting the fighting men and then was given a choice of punishment. Dr. Keller made some excellent points, and Aaron and I left there feeling both convicted and encouraged.
As far as church goes, we still want to visit several places, but we really liked Redeemer. In my opinion, it is exactly what an urban church should be- extremely focused on outreach and very passionate about both church-planting and social justice issues within the city and beyond. There are also so many different groups that meet throughout the week- groups for lawyers, educators, etc.- and these are in addition to their "small group" ministry. It was definitely a neat thing to see church done this way, in a city so huge and so needy. I'm looking forward to going there again, and also to visiting other churches (even though I miss Maranatha so much already).
On Sunday night, I was excited to get a text from my friend Brandon, who I went to high school with. He's been living in Florida, but had lived in NYC prior to that, and is back and forth fairly often. He works in Theatre and is about to go on tour with Young Frankenstein so he's in the city for the week preparing to leave. Another high school friend, Jameson, lives permanently in the city and also works on Broadway. The three of us met up and had dinner on Tuesday night while Aaron was at class. We met in midtown and they took me to a Mexican restaurant in the area of Manhattan known as "Hell's Kitchen." The food was delicious, and the company was wonderful. It was so fun to spend time with them and catch up! A former roommate of Brandon's also joined us, and it was nice to meet a new person. Aaron and I are hoping to be able to see them on Friday or Saturday before Brandon leaves, especially because Aaron wasn't able to join us on Tuesday. I can't even describe how nice it was to actually have "plans with friends" here in the city. So far that's a luxury I haven't had since we moved. It made me feel more at home somehow, like I actually live here and know some people.
Just before I met up with them, I got a phone call from a place I had sent a resume to. They wanted to meet with me about an Assistant Teacher position at an afterschool program affiliated with a church in Queens. I had an interview with them yesterday, which generally went very well. I think the interviewer was happy with me, and she asked me to come back later in the day for a sort of "trial run" working with the kids. I originally told her I would, but I ended up calling and cancelling. I really think I would have liked the job, and it seemed like a nice place to work, but the position was very part time (only 4 hours a day), the pay was very low, and it took me an hour to get there. After talking with Aaron, as well as my mom, I decided that the 2-hour commute wasn't worth it.
I have to say, I'm really thankful for people who talk sense into me sometimes. People who make me slow down and consider everything before making a decision. If I would've made the decision myself, with no advice from anyone else, I probably would have taken the job, and then ended up regretting it. If I'm not careful, I can tend to rush into things out of a sense of urgency and necessity. In other words, my thought would have been, "I need a job! This is the first one I've been offered and it seems fairly decent so, even though it's crazy far away, would cut significantly into my time with Aaron, and pays nothing, I'll take it!" This is where I need people to remind me that the first offer is not always the best offer, and that God is in control and will provide for me. I just need to wait on His timing.
Well, I'm going to move on to other things (like more job-searching) while I've got the internet at my disposal. Thanks to everyone for all the comments, emails, facebook messages, text messages, phone calls, etc. You have no idea how much that all means to us, especially now, while we're still so "disconnected" here in the city. Hearing from you and talking with you is so refreshing. We love and miss you all so much!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
First Days of School...
It’s 7:05 p.m. and I’m currently sitting in the library at Brooklyn College (where I am NOT a student) using their internet and waiting for Aaron to get out of class. I’m not really supposed to be here… Aaron kind of snuck me in. But oh well. Hopefully no one will notice… ;-)
Yesterday was Aaron’s first day of school with students, and it was rough. He only teaches four periods a day, and he teaches two subjects, English and History. He has the same kids for two periods each day, so he actually has an extremely small number of students. He’s supposed to have 8 students in his first two classes; yesterday, only 4 showed up. In the second set of classes, he’s supposed to have 4 students; he only had 1. I think this was a bit disappointing for him, but also somewhat of a relief. His day was challenging enough, so the smaller the class, the better. For those who don’t know, Aaron is teaching in a District 75 school in Brooklyn. District 75 is a special district in the NYC school system just for special needs kids. It really is an interesting set up, because the students with more advanced disabilities are sent to these schools, where there are smaller class sizes, more paraprofessionals (aids that assist special needs kids), and, ideally, a better learning situation for them. It’s definitely a unique system.
Anyway, in Aaron’s first group of kids, only two out of the four were actually paying attention. One kid slept the entire time, and the other, who has more severe emotional problems, sat on the window ledge, making noises and throwing pens out the window. Obviously, this was frustrating for Aaron, and I know he still feels somewhat unprepared to deal with these kinds of situations. He’ll learn, of course, but these first few weeks will be challenging. In the afternoon, Aaron had only one student, who seems to want to learn and pay attention, which Aaron is grateful for. In fact, at first Aaron was unsure what this kid’s “disability” was. It was only once they spent some time reading a story out of the textbook together that Aaron realized the student has little to no reading comprehension skills. He was able to actually read the words out loud, but when Aaron asked him questions about the story, the kid really had no idea what it was about. Aaron will have to really focus on literacy with this particular student, which will be challenging, but hopefully rewarding.
It was funny, because as I listened to Aaron describe this particular student and his inability to truly understand what he was reading, I really felt heartbroken for the kid. It is so sad to me that this poor guy could have made it into high school without being able to really read. I know these stories are common, especially in areas of the country where kids receive poorer education; however, this was my first encounter with this type of literacy issue, and I felt as though, all of a sudden, something inside me was “sparked,” so to speak. I’ve been wrestling for a while now with what exactly I want to do, and I’ve known that I wanted to pursue education, but haven’t been exactly sure in what direction I’d like to go. Now, I feel like I really want to explore the option of becoming a literacy specialist. I can’t think of anything much more rewarding than helping kids who are struggling learn how to read. Because how can you survive in this world if you can’t read? I’m going to be praying about this possible direction for my future. And of course I’ll be doing some research; I’m not going to jump into anything without really thinking and praying it through. I just feel like a new possibility has arisen for me, and I feel really excited about it. So pray for Aaron and I both as we struggle and learn and grow through these new adventures and possibilities!
I met Aaron at his school yesterday when the kids were gone, because I wanted to see his classroom. It was fun seeing where he’ll be every day, and I took a few pictures of him. I wanted to have a record of his “first day of school.” J Afterwards, we went to Pathmark, one of the local grocery stores, and I got ingredients to make lasagna (I wanted Aaron to have something special after his first day). I managed pretty well in our tiny kitchen, though I did set off the smoke alarm twice. It’s pretty sensitive, I guess, because there was no smoke at all, only heat. I suppose that, in such a small apartment, the heat can very quickly set off an alarm. But all in all, the dinner turned out well, and we enjoyed relaxing together after a long day.
In other news, Aaron had a much better day today, and I came out here to Brooklyn College to meet him and have dinner. I’ve left Joey alone in the apartment for quite a while now, so I hope he’s doing ok. I’m still a little iffy on how he’s doing. He’s really nervous to leave our apartment. I have to practically drag him out the door. He gets even more nervous once we’re on the street, until I can get him around the corner where he goes to the bathroom. Then he’s focused on smelling out all the other dogs and peeing over their scents. He’s got to prove he’s dominant… he’s such a typical boy! ;-) We got him a bark collar, which emits a small shock whenever he barks. I really hate to have to use that on him, but it’s not supposed to hurt him, just make him uncomfortable. We haven’t used it yet, but I think I may have to start. I’m afraid he might be barking when I’ve left the apartment, and we don’t want to make our neighbors hate us already! We’ll see…
To close, I thought I'd post a few pictures:
Here's Aaron in his classroom. His school is located at the tip of Brooklyn, out by Coney Island.
Mr. Mast, on his first day as a teacher!
We're Here!
Hello Everyone,
We made it to New York City! It's been a long time coming, but we're finally here, and we're so excited!
I’ve decided to start this blog for several reasons, not the least of which is that I feel I need a creative outlet. Especially lately, with the plethora of emotions I’ve been feeling with regards to the move, I know I need a way to express them. I also feel it’s very important to chronicle our adventures in NYC. This is an exciting adventure for us, not to mention the fulfillment of a dream I’ve had since 9th grade. We really don’t want to forget any of it. Lastly (but certainly not least!) is our desire to continue to communicate with those we love. We hope this blog will be interesting, fun, informative, and also a unique way for us to stay connected with you, our beloved family and friends. So read, enjoy, and, if God leads you, continue to pray for us.
Below is my first entry. I wrote it two days ago (Tuesday, September 8) but wasn't able to post it until now since I have limited internet access:
Today was Aaron’s first day of work. He didn’t have any students, just teacher orientation, classroom set-up, etc. After work, he had class until 9:30 p.m., which meant I basically had the entire day to myself. Once Aaron was off to work, I went back to bed and decided to allow myself to sleep in this morning. Things have been a bit hectic and not at all restful lately, with the move and all. It felt nice, that’s for sure, though definitely different. I’m not really used to sleeping in that much, and I felt a little guilty with all the work that has to be done around here. So once I got up, I began unpacking, starting with the kitchen. I noticed the handwriting on each of the boxes and remembered the many people who helped me pack them. As I unwrapped dishes and bowls and utensils, I thought of Jen Srail and Jess Plummer, two amazing friends who were helping me last Wednesday night. As I put the food away, I thought of my sweet mom, who did an awesome job packing up the pantry last week, even though I was burnt out and unproductive that evening. I thought of my wonderful neighbor, Chandra, who is a packing expert and really helped me at the beginning of the packing process. When I put the blender away, I thought of my dad; last week, I came home to find him washing it, along with the other dirty dishes, just to help out. I thought of others, as well: my sister, my in-laws, Aaron’s sister Bethany, and others who either helped us pack or offered to help. We are truly blessed with amazing family and friends.
I think it’s kind of incredible how quickly we can feel lonely. Or at least, how quickly I can feel lonely. It’s only been a few days since I’ve been with these loved ones, yet already I miss them so much it hurts. And it’s not because I’m unhappy here, or unexcited about this move. I think it’s just because I’m so used to being surrounded by an amazing support system. And I get really attached to people. When I feel like this, it makes me wonder, “What were we thinking?” I start to wonder how we could have given up so much—SO MUCH—to come here to this crazy, unfamiliar place. And I guess the only answer I have for that is that when God leads, we have to follow. We want to follow. I know that if we would have chosen to stay in our comfortable world, we would have regretted it. In my soul, I know that. And also in my soul, I feel that God wants to use us here in NYC. I don’t know how exactly, but I know He will reveal it in His time. And we are excited to join in what He’s already doing here. So I try to remind myself of that when I’m feeling blue.
On a happier note, for those of you who don’t know, we decided at the last minute to take Joey with us. I had really debated about this one, because I was concerned he wouldn’t be able to handle such a drastic change. My biggest concern was that he wouldn’t be able to handle all the people and that he’d be spazzing out every time we took him outside. That’s how he is back home. Whenever someone comes over (other than our families—he knows them well), he barks a lot and acts very defensive. Usually, once people are at our house for a few minutes and he’s had a chance to figure out that they’re not a threat, he’ll calm down. I think he may have been traumatized somehow as a puppy, because this behavior is not typical for shelties.
In spite of my concerns, Aaron was a lot more optimistic than I, and kept encouraging me to take him. We decided to give him a chance, and so far, he’s done wonderfully! I took him on a walk today in Prospect Park, and of course we passed many people. I fully expected him to act up, but he didn’t! I hope he’s turning over a new leaf and that we’ll be able to keep him here with us.
I had to go to the Brooklyn Public Library at Grand Army Plaza today to use the internet. The library is huge and very cool. I’m excited to spend some time there (I know, I’m a huge nerd). After that, I decided to go to Target on Atlantic Avenue, which meant I had to take the subway. It was the first time I’d ever been on the subway alone. I survived, and I didn’t even get lost or get on the train going the opposite direction. Hopefully this is the first of many successful subway trips…
We made it to New York City! It's been a long time coming, but we're finally here, and we're so excited!
I’ve decided to start this blog for several reasons, not the least of which is that I feel I need a creative outlet. Especially lately, with the plethora of emotions I’ve been feeling with regards to the move, I know I need a way to express them. I also feel it’s very important to chronicle our adventures in NYC. This is an exciting adventure for us, not to mention the fulfillment of a dream I’ve had since 9th grade. We really don’t want to forget any of it. Lastly (but certainly not least!) is our desire to continue to communicate with those we love. We hope this blog will be interesting, fun, informative, and also a unique way for us to stay connected with you, our beloved family and friends. So read, enjoy, and, if God leads you, continue to pray for us.
Below is my first entry. I wrote it two days ago (Tuesday, September 8) but wasn't able to post it until now since I have limited internet access:
Today was Aaron’s first day of work. He didn’t have any students, just teacher orientation, classroom set-up, etc. After work, he had class until 9:30 p.m., which meant I basically had the entire day to myself. Once Aaron was off to work, I went back to bed and decided to allow myself to sleep in this morning. Things have been a bit hectic and not at all restful lately, with the move and all. It felt nice, that’s for sure, though definitely different. I’m not really used to sleeping in that much, and I felt a little guilty with all the work that has to be done around here. So once I got up, I began unpacking, starting with the kitchen. I noticed the handwriting on each of the boxes and remembered the many people who helped me pack them. As I unwrapped dishes and bowls and utensils, I thought of Jen Srail and Jess Plummer, two amazing friends who were helping me last Wednesday night. As I put the food away, I thought of my sweet mom, who did an awesome job packing up the pantry last week, even though I was burnt out and unproductive that evening. I thought of my wonderful neighbor, Chandra, who is a packing expert and really helped me at the beginning of the packing process. When I put the blender away, I thought of my dad; last week, I came home to find him washing it, along with the other dirty dishes, just to help out. I thought of others, as well: my sister, my in-laws, Aaron’s sister Bethany, and others who either helped us pack or offered to help. We are truly blessed with amazing family and friends.
I think it’s kind of incredible how quickly we can feel lonely. Or at least, how quickly I can feel lonely. It’s only been a few days since I’ve been with these loved ones, yet already I miss them so much it hurts. And it’s not because I’m unhappy here, or unexcited about this move. I think it’s just because I’m so used to being surrounded by an amazing support system. And I get really attached to people. When I feel like this, it makes me wonder, “What were we thinking?” I start to wonder how we could have given up so much—SO MUCH—to come here to this crazy, unfamiliar place. And I guess the only answer I have for that is that when God leads, we have to follow. We want to follow. I know that if we would have chosen to stay in our comfortable world, we would have regretted it. In my soul, I know that. And also in my soul, I feel that God wants to use us here in NYC. I don’t know how exactly, but I know He will reveal it in His time. And we are excited to join in what He’s already doing here. So I try to remind myself of that when I’m feeling blue.
On a happier note, for those of you who don’t know, we decided at the last minute to take Joey with us. I had really debated about this one, because I was concerned he wouldn’t be able to handle such a drastic change. My biggest concern was that he wouldn’t be able to handle all the people and that he’d be spazzing out every time we took him outside. That’s how he is back home. Whenever someone comes over (other than our families—he knows them well), he barks a lot and acts very defensive. Usually, once people are at our house for a few minutes and he’s had a chance to figure out that they’re not a threat, he’ll calm down. I think he may have been traumatized somehow as a puppy, because this behavior is not typical for shelties.
In spite of my concerns, Aaron was a lot more optimistic than I, and kept encouraging me to take him. We decided to give him a chance, and so far, he’s done wonderfully! I took him on a walk today in Prospect Park, and of course we passed many people. I fully expected him to act up, but he didn’t! I hope he’s turning over a new leaf and that we’ll be able to keep him here with us.
I had to go to the Brooklyn Public Library at Grand Army Plaza today to use the internet. The library is huge and very cool. I’m excited to spend some time there (I know, I’m a huge nerd). After that, I decided to go to Target on Atlantic Avenue, which meant I had to take the subway. It was the first time I’d ever been on the subway alone. I survived, and I didn’t even get lost or get on the train going the opposite direction. Hopefully this is the first of many successful subway trips…
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