Last night while sleeping in my own bed I woke up to wonder why my dresser was in my New York dorm room.  It took me quite a bit of thought to figure out that I was no longer sleeping in a hard, narrow bunkbed in a bright orange hostel room, but rather in my own bed at home.  I had been dreaming of busy, loud New York streets and somehow had transported myself back to the city.

The interesting question in my mind is;  did I like New York because it was New York or did I like it because while there I could avoid studying for the 502 midterm?