New York City, here I come!

As life takes over and the hustle and bustle of everyday keeps me so busy, I love to have the opportunity to sit back and reminisce to my carefree college days. I remember one particular weekend, some of the best girls you could ever meet and I decided to take a trip to New York City. We hopped a train and began our journey. One of our roommates was lucky enough to have family that lived in Queens so they arranged to pick us up and let us stay with them for the weekend.
Now, being a very small town girl, I was not used to the subway or the nuances of city maneuvering...but you would think I was used to stairs! After all, we DO have lots of stairs, even in the small town of Granville!! Well, needless to say, as my girlfriends and I arrived out of the station in Queens, ready to meet up with our host family, I went tumbling down the stairs, arms full of bags and made the grandest entrance possible...and at that moment there was no questions in our greeters minds as to whether we were the group they were supposed to be picking up! I am happy to say that I did not get hurt, (the laughing and bags broke my fall) and the rest of the trip went off without a hitch. I brought back some very fond memories that I will remember forever and I still enjoy laughing about my fall down the subway stairs!!