In New York-- 1920s

   When I caught the wind that my family moved to New York, I was enthralled. I immediately packed my things and caught a train there from Philadelphia. I was so tired of the town; I needed to go back to my family. When I arrived at New York, the weather was cool. Coincidentally, I met with a good friend, Merriwether. I booked myself a room at the Four Seasons, unpacked my things, grabbed a taxicab and hounded my family.Oh, I was so excited to see them, but they were not at their new high-rise in Le Bronx-- this was most alarming. I dialed on the telephone, and I called. My mother, Margot, apologized and said she was at Little Italy, touring with Mildred and Dean. Papa was getting food for the housewarming soiree, and golly-- was I ever lost in the mix. I decided to stay with Merriwether for a quick lunch of tea sandwiches and petit fors until my family was available. When that time came, I was so gay! Never in a while did I feel so compelled to see my family; after leaving them for college for three years, the reunion broke me. If it did not get any better, all of my childhood friends were there, as well as my extended family. I was so blessed to see Uncle Drew and Aunt Clara-- they were still as chipper as I had recalled. And my high school friends, Daisy, Beth and Terry, were so happy to see me. The feelings were mutual, and we caught up with each other the whole time. After I found out that they, too, lived in New York, I instantly made my mind-- I simply had to move, too! Sure enough, three months later, I found myself a nice little apartment not too far from Central Park. I had myself a housewarming party, as well. I invited all of my family and friends, and we all had a grand old time. I shall never forget this wonderful moment of my life. I brought myself a diary to document my lovely times.