From Coast to Coast

I'm hopping on this Blog Bandwagon a little late, but I'm here nonetheless. Ok, so catchup. Lets start at the very beginning, a very good place to start...(sorry). Anyway, for reals, flying from Santa Barbara to Newark was what Kevin would call “A Shitstorm”. It was mostly due to the fact that I had two massive roller board suitcases that weighed over 80lbs ($150 to check) not to mention the 40lb carry-on and my “personal item” (which, lets face it, was a stretch considering it was a 30lb duffle bag.) After picking all my luggage up at the baggage claim, I began my trek to Manhattan. I was carrying almost 1.5 times my weight in clothes, shoes and scores. At one point, I had to take a down escalator. I imagined my death as 230 lbs of luggage pushed me forward towards the sharp, jagged stairs that gleamed at me like teeth. (EW? Did I just write that?! I'm working on my blogging skills!) I finally made my way to the airtrain that would connect me to the Jersey Transit. The JT was the worst. It was packed, and I kinda had to plop all my crap down, blocking the isle. A few people tried to get around me, but I didn't have the strength, nor the room to move. A poor, unknowing girl offered me the seat next to her. I took it to get out of the way, but felt very awkward as my suitcase barricaded us into the compartment. We finally got to Pennsylvania Station where, Kevin (bless his heart) was meeting me to help me carry all my crap the 4 blocks to the 305. I poured out of the train and tried to make my way up to the ground level. After twenty minutes of getting lost and feeling like my arms where going to fall off, a man in a business suit remarked, “Wow, you sure do have your hands full!” Since I was too exhausted to come up with a witty response, I just said, “Yeah. I just moved here from California and I didn't know what to bring, so I brought it all!” He then pointed me in the right direction to 7^th ave. where Kevin was waiting for me. I finally found Kevin and he helped me get home and then up the four flights of stairs to my 20 square foot room. I wanted to buy Kevin dinner for his troubles, but in the flurry to get out of the house and explore Manhattan, I forgot my wallet. He had to foot the bill. I'm a jackass.