After hunting around for an hour, I finally managed to find the sole phone-jack in this room.

You see, I am currently in the home– and it is a house; a four story mammoth of a building– of the guy I know from my choir. It's my first night here. A test run, I guess, though I already know that I'm going to stay, because I already have the keys and it's not like I have a plate full of options spread before me.

So I'm in here for the first night, and I had to dig around for the phone-jack. That's something I've discovered about most New York apartments. Most of them, no matter how expensive or pretty, have only one outlet to a room and one phone-jack to an area of the apartment. So whenever I go somewhere else it's like playing "find the easter-egg" if I want to get online. But I found it, finally, and now my computer is once again hooked back to the internet.

Which is good. Because I feel horrendously homesick right now. And I don't really know which home I'm missing.

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