Why am I writing now, you ask, after all this time? Well, yesterday was the anniversary of the day that I left for India. I've been going through pictures, rewatching this video from my trip:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Cz73xkSuY4
and doing basically every reminiscent thing that I can. Including rereading my four blog posts about it. That lead me to rereading all of my blog posts. Which lead to me wanting to write something for my blog.
There's been a lot of stuff that's happened since my last blog post that I could write about, I'm sure. For instance, I published another book called The Way He Looks at Me. That's a biggy.
http://www.amazon.com/The-Way-He-Looks-Volume/dp/1502898292
I'd rather write about one of the items I've checked off of the list that I detailed in my first blog post. That is, to go to New York [for the first time]. It makes me so happy to think of all the things I've done in the last few years. It's so strange that a few years ago, I wasn't going anywhere, I wasn't doing anything, just hoping to some day get to New York, just thinking I was stuck where I am. It felt like such a far off possibility. A lot of things did.
The first time I went to New York was Thursday, April 18, 2013. Kevin and Danielle Jonas were doing a meet and greet in the NBC store to promote their show, Married to Jonas. I was supposed to go to visit a college with my grandparents that weekend. It was scheduled and everything. After a lot of deliberating, I canceled the college tour.
My mom hadn't been to NY either, but we hopped on a bus and went. We were really late by the time we got to the NBC store, and therefore pretty far back in the line. We weren't the last ones to arrive, though.
We stood in line for a long time, and people only trickled out in small groups after spending a ton of time in the store. I thought it was nice. Obviously they were taking the time to actually be with the fans. Or, er, the people that showed up to see them, anyway. Not all of them were fans. They shamelessly admitted so in the line. I've got to be honest, I was incredibly anger about that. Why would you hop in line to see someone you don't even like? I know why-just to be able to say you've met them-but it drives me crazy. I was there because I actually love Kevin and Danielle. The people who were in line who didn't care about them were taking away from the people who actually love them. Imagine if the people who didn't care for him weren't in line. Then everyone who did care would have more time with him. Probably every one would have gotten to see him without him having to make himself late.
Sorry. Rant over. It's just that fake fans really bother me.
As I alluded to, while we were still standing outside, some security said Kevin and Dani had to go. They were already late. They were going to try and squeeze in as many more people as they could.
I'm not going to hold you in suspense. I was one of the last people in. God was so good to me. I can't imagine how devastating it would have been if I'd waited all that time, in a massive city I'd never been to before, to be turned away from a member of the band I had loved the most.
My mom pointed him out through the store window when we were still waiting, still hoping we'd make it, but unfortunately for me, I couldn't tell with my bad vision. I don't wear contacts and I hate glasses. Makes things difficult, I guess, but I'm stubborn about this.
Anyway, back to the story.
We were finally ushered inside to this little roped off line and Kevin and Dani were right there. When it was my turn, I handed someone my iPod, my mom shook Kevin's hand, then I hugged him. That moment was a bit of a blur for me. I probably attacked him with a hug when he wanted a hand shake again, but oh well. We threw our arms around each other, smiled for the picture:
then we were in the store for a bit, looking around, and Kevin even walked by us with a body guard. It was incredibly cool.
We went to the M&M store, Disney store, and Forever 21 before we got back on the bus. As we were rushing to the station, this guy tried to hit on my mom, too, so that was fun.
Moral is, that was the first of many incredible trips I've taken to New York. I just wanted to go to New York because it was New York, but God made my first trip there more incredible than I could have imagined or asked for.
One last thing, I think I should mention that I have a website now and I've been writing an author update for that once a month. You can read and subscribe if you please. I just added a contact me section yesterday.
http://jewelsk96.wix.com/julianamae
Thanks for reading!
Jules ♥
