Taking the first bite

Since I just arrived in NY to start off a new chapter and adventure in my life, I decided that this blog should be in English.Well, I could write some of the posts in Portuguese, but let's begin with an English one for now.

I only just arrived but I already made a discovery about myself: i am undecided person.  I cannot decide where to go, what to eat, whether I should wash or not my hair, and which subway line is best. I think something bit me, and I wish that in a couple of days, the venom will leave. But I do have one thing that I'm sure of: I am fucking happy that I decided to come.

For those who never studied abroad, here's some gold for you: whether you're alone or with friends, it'll be tough. You can try to hide it with beers and touristic sites, but  leaving your comfortable life behind to explore the unknown can make you shit your pants.

When you move further away from this phase, which I dare to believe is where I stand right now, thrills and goosebumps are the ones that prevail. This is all I feel- even in my sleep. I think I should be less dramatic, once washing the dishes and cleaning the apt isn't a thrill at all..

If you read this far, and is wondering, why and what the fuck is she writing about, here's a msg for you:
I will not give NY best tips ( since I'll be learning where to go and what to do from scratch- and posting my thoughts here)
I will not write as if I were a cry baby
I will not reveal my inner most secrets.

I will just register what goes on during my stay in the Big Apple.
If you wish to stay, then just please, take a bite.