And the beat goes on...

Good morning world,

Right now, I am sitting in the lobby of The Towne Hotel in Nassau, Bahamas,





Well, the journey has officially started. Before waking up about 30 minutes ago I hadn't been to sleep in like 35-37 hours from trying to get things together to make sure I was ready to leave, properly. And limping around the city wasn't the easiest - and at this point in my financial life cabs are against my religion. OK! I just can't do it, right now. I don't think folks realize how much this program really is! 22,000 + (get into the plus sign). Thus, I have been looking mighty Nicole Richieish. But I look good, though! I do.

Ok, all jokes aside. I seriously want to thank everyone that has supported me through this pre-journey. Thank you to the folks that will embark upon this journal whether browsing the internet, got the link from someone else, or maybe I meet you on this odyssey. But I really feel that it will do a lot. You will see me evolve. Thank you Eugene Lang College and my friends that are classmates - not classmates that I happen to think are cool within the confines of our seminars. You all have seen me GO THROUGH IT! And a special handful have prayed with/for me, fed me, bonded, laughed, and worked with me. Thanks to anyone that has ever make any copies of my many documents, proposals, news articles, etc. for me. I have so many things floating around in the world it's crazy. I am not going to turn this into an award acceptance speech, so it stops here.

I am about to eat my contiental breakfast, because I am hungry as hell.
Andrea who works at the front desk of Towne Hotel is a sweetheart. When I got into the hotel last night around 6p I had the worlds worst headache and I was pacing around in the lobby and she was under the impression that I was impatient but was so sweet. I had to explain to her that I didn't care about the wait I was just trying to relax - though pacing isn't quite relaxing, but to me it is, I digress. So she took care of me. And she told me to eat a conch salad. But I didn't have the energy to go to a spot named Fish Fry and get one. Instead I went to a place named Daily Grind and got a tuna melt on whole wheat (all about fiber) and salad (ruffage is imperative) and a bottled water (no explanation needed). Then I came back and crashed.

For the record, I actually board the ship on the 21st.

Stay tuned.

Oh jeez, I am really about to travel the world. That's real cute and stuff like that and stuff, m-hmm.

A