In New York

I reach. After two days of traveling. I tired. But I happy. It cold. But it warm inside. There's heating. And plenty coats in my cousin's closet. She greeted me with the heartiest, nicest beef soup yesterday. Just thinking about it now makes me want more. I had two servings yesterday and for all intents and purposes look like a greedy gravalicious hungry-belly. But it nice to find hot, hearty, Jamaican soup in colc, cold, Harlem. Will write once I settle down.