To My Fellow New Yorkers Going To College In A New City

To My Fellow New Yorkers Going To College In A New City

We're all in this together.

Dear New Yorkers,

Before I begin writing I already know what you're thinking. She's gonna tell me where can I get some good pizza around here. Well, you're right. The answer is nowhere. As many times as someone tries to tell you where to go for pizza it just doesn't compare to NYC's one dollar slice on the street corner.

Having lived in the New York City area my entire life leaving the place of dowgs and cowffee was extremely difficult. Moving to a new city involves adopting a whole new lifestyle. You meet people with new values, motives, and mindsets.

You begin to notice that no one's in a rush any longer. The usual five-minute walk across the street turns into a twenty-minute hike because the person in front of you is on a "leisurely walk". Who knew leisurely walks were even a thing. I didn't. Oh yeah and that fast-paced food service you were used to, yeah kiss that goodbye. (Sad I know).

You'll realize that people begin to stare when you cross the street during a green light, giving you that "how does she do it" look. You best believe if there are no cars coming I'm getting myself across that street and if there are cars coming, catch me dodging them.

Be prepared for the question that will probably push your buttons as much as it does mine. "Have you been to Times Square/do you go to Times Square a lot"? When asked this question I always have the same reaction. Yes, I've been to Times Squares and NO I don't go a lot. You then will have to try and explain that there is so much more to do in NYC then go to the insanely touristy and busy Times Square.

And no one, I mean no one appreciates the song "New York New York" like we do.

Although there are things that I definitely miss about New York City, a part of me is excited to see what my new environment has to offer. College is a time of exploration and, it is important when moving to a new place to be completely open. I hope to learn more about my new home, which is now Philadelphia, and continue to find out more about its uniqueness.

Always remember, if you can survive New York, you can survive any city.

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7 Signs You're From the 732

Only the best part of New Jersey.

If you're from New Jersey, you know how badly the state's looked down upon by outsiders (thanks a lot, Jersey Shore). But you know that all of those false accusations aren't true- the Garden State is your home and only you're allowed to make fun of it. Although Jersey's small, there are different regions and everyone thinks that their's is the best. Here are seven signs you're from the 732, AKA the best part of Jersey:

1. You know that Central Jersey is a place.

One of the biggest arguments is whether or not Central Jersey exists. I live in the middle of New Jersey, so it's pretty funny when people say it's not a real place. I'm not from South Jersey, and definitely not from North Jersey. Also, it's close to both Philadelphia and New York, not just one or the other. Perfect location.

2. Everywhere you go, you see a Wawa.

Legit everywhere, and you go there 24/7. All hail the holy grail.

3. Surf Taco means a lot to you.

Every time I come home from being away at school the first place I go to eat with my friends is Surf Taco. Even when I am home, Surf Taco's always on my mind. Who doesn't love a good taco with chips? P.S. I highly recommend their Teriyaki Chicken Taco, you won't regret it.

4. You go to all the summer concerts.

There's really nothing more fun than summer shows outside, and you already know that PNC Bank Arts Center and Stone Pony Summer Stage are the hot-spots. 'Tis the season of tailgating and enjoying a good show with your friends.

5. Two words: Pork. Roll.

I don't care what Chris Christie has to say, it's pork roll. Quite honestly, Taylor Ham just doesn't sound right. And what's better than a pork roll egg n' cheese on your favorite bagel? Nothing.

6. You live close to the beach...

Spring Lake, Manasquan, Asbury, you name it. You know these areas and where all of the good food spots are in each of them. Living so close to the beach makes for the perfect summers, but with summer comes the bennies.

7. ...So you can easily spot a benny.

If you're from Jersey and you don't know what a benny is, you most likely are one. Bennies usually come in packs; they bring lawn chairs and tents to the beach, wear socks and sandals, and have the "Jersey accent" because they're either from New York or close to.

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The Life Of A Traveling Man: Layovers, Long Weekends, And The North Versus The South

The life of a traveling golf tournament director is still an interesting one.


Once again, I am turning in an article late way past the deadline. People, I know what you're thinking, why can't you just get it together and just release your articles when they are supposed to be released? Well, when this is like the fifth most important thing to do in your professional life, you kind of put it off.

I actually have a legitimate excuse. I work late, sleep early, and writing articles is just at the bottom of the checklist and it is often forgotten. As I said before, I really think the editor in chief has a thing for me. Three weeks into fall and I'm turning in my article late twice now. I haven't had this much privilege since getting three periods of gym class in my senior year of high school - it just comes full circle. OK, rant over. Here is the actual blog.

The life of a traveling golf tournament director is still an interesting one. If you haven't figured out what I am going to be writing about in this blog, kindly scroll up to remind yourself why you're here (appreciate the views as always). As much as it is expected, layovers on this job still suck. You expect it since you are flying everywhere, but you still never really get used to it. Waiting a couple more hours for a flight you hope gets there in time is still a pain in the ass, but you know deep down you have to get used to it. I will not sugarcoat it for anyone. With this amount of traveling, you are prone to a lot of homesickness, loneliness, and maybe an occasional anxiety attack or two. I am slowly starting to get accustomed to it as I work my way deeper into the year, but it is still not easy.

The weekends are the stranger part of my job. The last month or so I've been flying in on a Monday morning/afternoon. That means my off days are in the middle of the week - odd I know. My weekends are definitely not the same as everyone else's, and it takes a lot out of you knowing that you aren't seeing your friends on a weekly basis, but social media definitely keeps you in the same space figuratively.

Also, I am kind of glad that I am working my way out of the North. Whatever this job proved, it proves I am truly a Florida boy at heart. The southern hospitality thing is a real thing, and yes people are still mostly respectful up here north of the Mason-Dixon line, but I miss the South a lot. It's just a where you grow up type of thing, plus it's not damn cold everywhere I go - going home is refreshing.

Of course, writing all this alone in an airport terminal doesn't help. The friend thing still hasn't happened yet, as much as being in the friend zone was the worst thing in college, just getting in the zone where you're in a social circle would be kind of nice. Again, I am hoping this all changes because honestly, the travel is just starting to get to me, and I am gonna seek advice on how I can make it better for myself.

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