11/22

The way folks respond to my music just blows me away. I have had more positivity in regards to my art on this trip than I think I've witnessed since New Girl ;P I was playing in the lounge room of the East Village hostel we checked into (I had only intended to practice, but a New Zealander girl demanded that I play) and everyone melted. I couldn't believe it! There was an English boy named Paul and an American bloke, who happened to be from the Northwest and they both were crazy for it! Paul asked if he could take me back to England with him, said that if he hadn't already fallen in love tonight, he'd have fallen in love with me. He said he'd stick me in his suitcase: its quite roomy and I'm quite petite! Haha! Everything is fantastic with an accent.
This is such motivation for me to pursue my music like I never have, before. But! More importantly, both the American and Paul happened to be missing the tip of a pinky finger! The two hadn't met until this very room this very night, and each had the same strange defect! What a tiny world... .My New Zealand friend, Rhiain, forced me to play more music (though I never put up much of a fight) and eventually we all disbanded and wandered off to bed.
Now, why we are in the hostel is the fun part! About a million and a half miscommunications transpired, and Savannah and I wound up without a place to stay for tonight. Well, we wound up walking for three and a half hours to a women's shelter in Brooklyn. It was incredible. There were women here from all over the world! We sat next to a woman from Italy who had come to America to gain custody of her daughter and bring her back home with her, and on the other side a girl who had followed her mother here from Jaimaca. We downed our free pasta, signed some papers and were ready for a shower and some sleep when they realized that we were in the wrong place. Aparently we needed to be at a particular shelter back in Manhattan, so they handed us each a subvay pass and sent us into the night. On the way to the shelter, more issues with Sarah's cousins arose and blah blah drama long story short they ended up giving us a ride to this fantastic hostel! These places are the most interesting to me! They feel so cozy and friendly and not so sanitary and cold as a hotel. I love it and could certainly live out of hostels if I had the money.
Well, I told you how the rest of the night went and now I know that I am exhausted and ought to go to bed, but I am so high off of performing, even the quasai concert I did downstairs, I don't know how I'll sleep.