Posted by Stephanie D.
...For a week, at least. The past few weeks of my summer have probably been the busiest and most diverse. I flew out to New York to spend some time with my boyfriend and friends that live in the area, and then, last Sunday, I flew back home to California ... but not alone! My friend Amanda tagged along with me. She's here until this Sunday, so we've had a blast the past few weeks; first, I experienced her world, then she came to
mine. I love that about Hopkins: I've been able to meet people from every part of the country, and so it almost feels like I've been hand-picking my friends, not just from my town, but from all 50 states.
I never would have imagined, a year ago, that the highlight of my summer would be rushing back to the East Coast for a week. A whole summer in California, with nothing to worry about but a breezy hostess job? But I've realized that after becoming accustomed to bursting, challenging, 16-hour days at school, summer's lazy charm seemed to wear off quickly. So it came as a relief when I found myself at July 18, boarding a plane for New York City - a place I hadn't been since I was 10 years old and terrified of cities. For the first few days, I stayed with my boyfriend at his place on the lovely Upper East side. On Saturday, I got to see a whole slew of my friends; Chloe, John, Woody, and Amanda all came to the city to join Doug and me as we went to get dinner and see The Dark Knight. The movie was so incredible that we ended up seeing it again the very next night. Now, I've never been an avid comic-book reader, but even for the most ill-educated in the ways of Batman, this movie was mindblowing. Heath Ledger should really win a posthumous Oscar, I'll just leave it at that.
While Doug was at work, I filled my days in the city by pretending to be a native New Yorker (aka: never carrying a map and always getting lost), lounging
in Central Park, trips to the Met, the Guggenheim, the MoMa. Since it was Restaurant Week - hundreds of high-end restaurants lower their prices for a three-course-meal to 35 dollars - Doug and I indulged ourselves one night and ate at a spectacular Japanese place. Mostly, though, we just walked all over the city; to late-night diners, through the East Side, through St. Mark's, anywhere, really. It's such a walkable city. On Monday I skipped town and headed up to Westchester, where Amanda lives. I spent a few days getting introduced to the wonders of life above Manhattan: the Bronx zoo, lush forests and white-picket houses, and TJ Maxx (the latter will prove to become a major part of my life). On Thursday it was time to head back to the city for a few days, and then - after a three-hour layover - home again.
As much as my trip to New York was exciting and altogether different, it was my friends who made it that way - not necessarily the city itself. When we got back to California, Amanda and I started discussing the idea of small cities versus big ones. New York has a timeless reputation for being among the world's greatest cities, but honestly, I prefer Baltimore. I do
n't expect anyone who hasn't lived there to understand it. New York is glamorous, yes, and it's bright and busy and famous, but I couldn't picture staying there for more than a couple of weeks. Cities like San Francisco, Portland, Baltimore, though; these are liveable cities. Maybe they're less world-renowned. But that makes them feel that much more homey. By the time I had spent three months in Baltimore, I felt as if I could navigate the entire thing alone, and that I had developed great memories in places throughout the city. The first year of college has that challenge/reward thing going on in so many ways, but that's probably near the top of the list: the initial overwhelming feeling of a Totally New Place, and then, slowly, day by day, the realization that you can call it home.
So back here in my first home, that is, I've been loving the chance to see things from a tourist's perspective. Amanda and I have been filling up each day. We went to one of my favorite places, Haight Street, for vintage couture and hot sandwiches, to Berkeley for music, to the DeYoung Museum for the Chihuly exhibit, and to Stinson Beach for a day in the sun and seriously
painful sunburns. We saved time yesterday to make cupcakes and watch Project Runway, of course. Tomorrow we're planning to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge - something I've never done in the 18 years I've lived here - and then on Sunday, she goes home. I'll have three weeks to kill, and then back to school. One of the upsides to the Slowest Summer Ever is that I know how much I have to look forward to in the coming year. Between moving into a great suite in Charles Commons with three friends, to throwing myself into long but rewarding hours at the News-Letter, to a class schedule that practically makes me drool: I'll be more than ready for the school year to start. And that's something I haven't said very often.