I did one of my menial tasks today: took my textbooks to Barnes & Noble to sell them. It didn’t go too well. Turns out my $90 psychology textbook was a ‘custom choice’ for my class and will never be used in any school again. Ever. It’s too bulky to bring home and too damn costly to just dump. What shall I dooo?

But hey, I got $3.75 for my poetry anthology. “Y’know, there’s a very nice coffee shop on the first floor,” said the guy with the I CAN HELP t-shirt. Yeah, thanks matey.

It was quite a good day other than that though. I found a guy who’s willing to come to our house and take all our furniture away, and even pay us a bit. And in the cafe, a tattooed guy with multiple piercings told me he’d always had a thing for girls with Irish accents. See, this is what I’ll miss about America. In Ireland, nobody finds my name or accent or freckles quirky and cute.

Walking around the city is getting to be quite treacherous. The footpaths are edged with heaps of snow that you have to wade through if you want to cross the road. And even though people are shovelling and ploughing the snow away there are certain paths where there’s only room for one person to pass at a time, or where there’s a layer of frozen slush that sends everyone slipping and sliding. I need wellies.