New York, New York.

Made it to New York, after surviving a three hour bus ride across the Canadian border ringed by screaming children. Only to get held up at the border because someone brought a ham sandwich in their knapsack. ((rolls eyes, grins)) Followed by about 10 hours-- on the same bus-- across New York, the dreaded Pennsylvania, and New Jersey. My Gameboy battery gave out around Oswego, and I was surrounded by a flock of Asian tourists from Binghamton on. (Looking on the bright side, my ex-boyfriend did not magically appear at the pit-stop at Wendy's there.) In spite all my worrying, and backup plans, and backup of backup plans, Erika was actually there waiting for me when I arrived at Port Authority. (Though apparently she had to bribe a homeless man a dollar to tell her where the arrivals came in.) We only got lost twice before we managed to secure both authentic New York pizza and authentic New York subway stench. Also, we made it back to Columbia. The university, not the country. Am now typing this entry on Erika's Mac. Booo, Mac. Will attempt to write more when Erika's computer magically becomes a PC.
The End. ((wry grin))