“The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.” ― John Updike

So, yeah, definitely NOT a true New Yorker. This place HAS to be some type of imaginary world because it's so far from anything I consider the norm...

I'm not exactly sure how I got here. One month ago, I was finishing up an internship in Atlanta, prepared to go back to school in the fall and graduate in December. I only had one class to take and planned on commuting the hour-long stretch down 78 twice a week. I need something to fill up my days so I was desperately seeking an internship to occupy the rest of my time (and boost my resumé while I was at it).

I was applying everywhere and just for kicks, I was even applying for internships in places like L.A. and New York. I assumed I wouldn't even be contacted and, for many, I wasn't. It's cool, I know you guys have family, friends and children of friends that you have to give internships to before you'll look at a stranger like me... nepotism is not a sin and I am not a hater I might be a little bitter, not gonna lie...

Anyways, a few companies did contact me for interviews and references and I gladly complied. Still, it wasn't looking very good and the school year was getting closer and closer. I knew companies were making selections, I just assumed I wasn't in the lucky few. I then get this email from a campus relations  coordinator at Viacom.

Hi Krystle,
I heard from Samantha in the Editorial department and they thought you were great and would like to offer you the internship for the fall! Congrats! Would you like to accept?

Umm, what? Of course I would like to accept. It's Viacom! But wait... you're in NY. I live in GA. You're offering me an unpaid internship, and I'm not a millionaire. Yeah, it seemed next to impossible and I guarantee you it would have been if I was not the daughter of two people that would literally find a way to move mountains for me without even thinking twice. I told my mom the good news about the internship even though I knew I'd probably have to decline the offer; it was still a proud moment for me. When I got home, my parents and I, semi-jokingly, threw around possible ways we could do this. Nothing was working out...

My best friend in the world was going to move to Philly in the fall. My parents were like,

"You can commute two hours everyday."

Next.

My father said he has a friend from college who has an apartment above their house in Harlem.

"But his son is staying there right now..."

Next.

My godmother (oh yes, we called in everyone for help), says she has a friend that rents her apartment...

"but it's being remodeled starting in September."

Next. Next. Next.

Options kept getting scratched off the list but the fact that my parents were entertaining the idea gave me hope. I began to google intern housing in New York and it turns out, there's this entire business niche for people that cater to students and interns that have to be in New York for short periods of time.

My hope began to rise again...

Looooong story short, I ended up in this place right in midtown, walking distance from where I have to work. I will be sharing the space with two other girls (who I've yet to meet so fingers crossed they're not crazy/filthy/rude/etc.)

Anyway, it's my first time being in New York for more than a four-day period so I'm anxious, nervous, excited and scared out of my mind all at the same time.

I figured I would be experiencing some very interesting (hopefully not too crazy) things during this four month period I'm here, so I thought I would blog about it.

Um... here goes?