Did I tell you all that a few months ago I applied to be a summer intern at the Met, in New York, this summer? I did, as a total long-shot, under the advice of my Museum Studies professor last term. Typical to me, I researched the program and the application requirements waaaay ahead of schedule, and then sat on it and didn’t actually gather my materials and reference letters until the very last minute. And when I say last minute, I mean that I had to overnight the freakin package to New York. Expensive!

Of course I was really super-thrilled about the prospect of working in New york all summer, but trying not to get my hopes up too high, because, um, The Met. You know? But today I got home from class only to find an email asking me to come to New York for an interview. Shazam! They gave me a list of possible interview times to choose from, and amazingly, they all fall over my spring break.

Only, I have no contacts of my own in New York; no friends or relatives. I have friends-of-friends, but nobody I feel comfortable asking if I can crash at their place for a night or two, especially with apartments there being so tight. So I emailed my two closest friends in DC, both of whom, funnily, lived in New York for years (one in college and one right afterwards) to see if they’d like to take a day off of work and come up with me. My plan is to go on Saturday and then have the interview on Monday and fly back to Savannah directly afterwards. So I hope hope hope that one (or both!) of my friends will want to make a little weekend of it with me, and tear it up like we used to in college.

If neither of them can make it, I will be alone in New York, and I don’t know New York at all and am scared. Eeee! Although I guess I’d better get used to it, in case I actually land the internship and get to live there all summer. Oh, the excitement!