My first day in NYC
Today, well err yesterday I said goodbye to a city that had been my home for exactly 4 years to the month. I still remember my first day- the pride in quickly learning the subway, the sense of amazement and awe as I took in every shiny light, sequin, eccentric artist and homeless person, the scared shitlessness of being broke in a place where everything was so expensive, and the realization that suddenly more than ever I was going to have to grow up. I was young and naive, but I was eager.
Over these years I built my career, my family and myself with diet coke, sweat, late hours, and a couple of amazing and random nights. I feel inclined to make some cheesy analogy using flowers, caterpillars or pearls, but alas none of these can fully express how much my life has been sculpted and shaped over these past 4 years. Thankfully I did not have to grown on my own. The people brought into my life during my new york years have been some of the brightest, funniest, and most bizarre ( in a good way) I have ever met. I would be remiss if I did not thank them for their kindness, love and support they have so willing they given and continue to give to me. I understand dealing with unpredictable, loud mouthed, robot dancing me can be hard; their patience has not gone overlooked. Right now as I sit bawling my eyes out in a questionable London hotel I cannot help but to say thank you. You have made me feel loved in a city where so many feel alone.
My last day in NYC
