Summer in the City!

I'm kind of insane. It's something I've come to terms with in the past 19 years and realized cannot be changed. I'm comfortable with it. You should be too. 


In all of my cray glory, I went into Manhattan the other day (May 25) for the sole purpose of seeing the Disney Magic docked on the West Side for the first time ever. She'll make her home port here for the summer. I watched her sail into NY harbor that morning on a webcam because I couldn't get my lazy self out of bed that early. 


But I walked (and dragged my friend with me... sorry) all the way from 7th avenue to the West Side Highway (which, if you don't know NYC, is a reasonably substantial distance) only to see my ship (and it is mine. MINE  and no one else's) and stare at it for a grand total of 10 minutes before being dragged away to accomplish more productive things, such as Starbucks. 

From the webcam

My boat came to see me!

It's also Fleet Week, so... yeah. Productive trip. 

And we finish off the afternoon with some lounging by the river. 

I currently do not have a trip booked on the magic for this summer, which is unspeakable cruelty and it is casting intense shame and first world problems upon my family. I don't wanna talk about it. 

But I'm putting out some serious subliminal messages to the fam to book something for July... those 5-nights to Canada look sweet. I'm totally willing to sleep in the brig at night if I have to. Whatever it takes. 

Only a little over two months until I get my CM discount. Lalalalalaaaaa. 

It's summer already? No, can't be!

It is though. And people started arriving in Walt Disney World for Fall Advantage last week and they're all training and working and happy and I'm sitting in my house stalking everyone relentlessly and completely shamelessly. 


My sophomore year (or the first semester of my junior year, if you want to get technical) of college ended last Friday. I'm home for the summer. I'm doing an internship in production/PR/marketing for a theater production company in Manhattan and working basically remotely from home. And then I'm doing tech work for a theater festival in lower Manhattan and Brooklyn on the side. And it's all unpaid. Which is really fun for the five cents that is currently in my checking account... especially when I have to commute to the city twice per week. But it's all an adventure and I'm living and it's fun.


I'm not working tomorrow. Instead, I'm wrangling up a few of my friends and going to see the Disney Magic as it docks for the very first time in New York. And I'm just gonna stare at it. No shame. Ever. 


This year is going to change things so much. This summer is opening me up to so many opportunities and connections, and then in three months, I'll be living and working and playing in Disney World. And then in January, I'll be off to spend a semester in London. And then who knows what will happen? It's all so exciting. 


But three months. Disney. Three months. I haven't even unpacked from moving out of my dorm yet, but I feel the need to start piling stuff up for my Disney apartment, or at the very least, start making lists. I like lists. 


Oh, and we have a full apartment! I'll be living with five awesome girls, hopefully, in an apartment in Chatham and I am so so so excited for it. Really excited that we got that all squared away. We're affectionately referring to our apartment as the Princess Palace and we have planned a dinner at Ohana for the night before check-in. I hope everything works out the way we're planning!


Other than that, nothing much is up. I'm trying to see my way clear of a bunch of dorm stuff and clothes everywhere. I'm spending my days writing press releases and stringing lights for plays, and I have a summer full of beach trips and city excursions and concerts ahead and three months from right now, I want to be in the Magic Kingdom watching Wishes. Or sleeping... whichever seems more appropriate at that point in time.