After April 11th

Yesterday my dad asked me when the last time I blogged was. Shamefully, I admitted that I didn't remember. I held on to the thought for about 20 seconds and then I continued to watch USA dominate the world in the olympics.

This morning, a friend reminded me that I had not blogged since April. This series of events has led me here. to my first blog post of the summer, just a day shy of August.

Gahlee where do I begin? I guess I'll start with New York, though that was not the beginning of my Summer adventure. I left for the Big Apple at the end of May and stayed until the end of June. New York changed my life.

I went to dance with a company called Parsons. I lived in a little Marymount Manhattan College apartment with several other girls and I loved every minute of it. I danced Monday-Saturday from 9-4 and I explored the city by night.

Representing A&M in ballet class

Rooftop bar/lounge in Manhattan

I don't believe there was one moment that I did not enjoy myself. The people are nicer than they get credit for, the crazy people are crazier than the Dallas crazies, and the tap water is more delicious than anyone leads you to believe. This is coming from the biggest water snob you'll ever know- I filled my water bottle up with tap water to take to dance every day and I didn't make a nasty face after drinking it down. I genuinely enjoyed the taste of tap water. I could go on and on.

The company members were wonderful and beautiful and talented. They taught all of our classes. Every one of them could have a full time job modeling in New York. They are THAT good looking. The sickening part is how decent they all are. Not just decent, legitimately good people.

I came a long way in my dancing and really fell in love with the Parsons style. However, on the very last day in the studios I fell out of a jump and sprained my ankle pretty badly. Forgive me for posting a pictures of it.

Only beginning stages of the bruising and swelling...

I had to wear this brace. What a beaut

Thank goodness my mom and sister came up the day it happened to spend a few days with me. Hobbling around that city was super uncomfortable, but I was determined to not waste my time there...even though I had to go back to the hotel a bit earlier than the group to ice my ankle a couple times.

Mom, Sarah, and I eating in little Italy. Bum foot conveniently hidden under the table where it is awkwardly propped up on the extra chair 

I was fortunate to not have anything happen earlier than it did...I would have really missed out on some good stuff at the intensive...but it was sad because all I wanted to do when I got back was keep going without losing momentum- I was so inspired! However, I guess God decided that the only way He would get me to slow down was to sprain my ankle to keep me off of it. Oh well, guess I did need the rest. I've been seeing a great physical therapist (Landan Webster fyi) who has gotten me feeling exponentially better every time I go in!

I'll let this be my New York post, and maybe try to think of a few good stories I can go into detail about  for my next post. {Oh gosh, I'm verbally committing to another post in the near future. Remember when I posted every day two summers ago? What happened to me?}

There has been much more excitement between April and now that I hope I get the blog fire burning inside of me enough to tell ya all about it! Thanks for the reminders, guys.

Go USA! {And by the way- screw the gymnastic judges who are out to get the women's team. Jordan Wieber not being in the all-arounds is a conspiracy if you ask me}

Nothin but love,
Bethany