New York, New York,

Today I arrived in new york. Before that I left a cricket at mark's house. I hope thats good. I feel bad for not saying bye to mark in person. I feel bad for leaving kais' drum kit to the hands of matt. I feel like i have let them down just a little bit. New york is more wonderful than i remembered. we were in soho today and the liveliness permeated my skin and i felt marvelous. Wait step back first of all I am going to bard on Wednesday. Second. I might have shat my pants yesterday i was so nervous packing.

Today on the plane I brought the only book worth carrying with me. Edith Hamilton's Mythology. Its a rather marvelous paperback tome. I read the eight stories of lovers. And I started to weep as my plan lifted off the runway. Maybe because I was leaving my home. But certainly because I read of Orpheus and Eurydice. there was a line that read

No one under the spell of his voice could refuse him anything. He

Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek,
and made Hell grant what Love did seek.

There was nothing quite so profound for me. The poetry of Ovid. It was downright marvelous. I think at this point i am just eager and nervous. terrified. It's a horrifying vacuum of not knowing what I am in for. No one writes about being a transfer student. But its a marvelous level of hope that sustains me.