Big Apple Here I Come

I did it. I bought a plane ticket to New York (well, it’s actually two because Indy is coming with me). I leave on Sunday in the morning and come back Wednesday morning.

I am determined to find my parents on this trip. I am ready to literally go to every hospital and law firm in New York until I find at least one of them. This might get ugly, and I might come back completely heartbroken because of what my parents say, but it’s something that needs to be done.

It’s not for certain, but I think we might stay at the Plaza Hotel. Yes, it’s a bit pricey (more like extremely epensive). But, my parents are probably going to break my heart if I find them so a nice luxurious place to sleep in is necessary (not really necessary but I do think it will help me feel better).  (And I've been working my butt off so I think I deserve a little something nice.)

To distract myself from the possible (more like definite) heart break, I’ve decided to set a few goals for this trip. What are they? … I don’t know yet. I’ll have to think deep thoughts because shenanigans are my specialty and New York is a new place for me so the possibilities are endless (like the Klondike bar).