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i'm coming home in a little more than week.. as most everyone is i suppose. two months have almost come and gone since i came here, and it's really the first other place i've ever lived besides home. i think from now on, i shouldn't work for family or live with family. it's odd how when you join a new group, they tend to just pick you apart and watch so closely they know everything you've eaten during the day. nyc is pretty awesome. it's not as cool being here alone. every time i've gone across the bkly br someone has approached me and walked with me. the first guy was 45ish and the last guy was in his 20's. it's creepy how single women or women walking alone are singled out in a city like ny. when i've been with ppl, you're still noticed, but people don't say hi quite as frequently. here, i leave the house and it's like, "i see you baby", "hey baby", "hi gorgeous". in chicago, la and i were walking and this man walked away from his friend and toward us and when he reached us he said, "i could just do you both all night long" and then his friend stopped and stared as we passed him and then walked behind us for a bit. i feel like boston isn't quite as threatening as the bigger cities. it's just so different and people are so very bold. when la and i came to ny for her birthday during the summer and we were out in manhattan at night, i was wearing knee high pink fish nets, and the men that said hi to me, kept saying, hey pink socks. it's too cold to wear dresses now tho. but i'm excited to come home. and gratful to kathryn for the weekend she visited. goodnight.