Holy Sh*t

I have been officially in New York three weeks now. And it has really seemed just like a strange time warp vacation. I don't know what time I am warping to but it is a bit unreal.

Then yesterday after school, with a cohort of wonderful MFA comrades, I go to the Lincoln Center to the Performing Arts Library.

And walking through the streets it finally hit me. That I am in New York. My life flashed before my eyes and I thought, "How in the hell did I get here?"

That is basically the mantra of the last three years of my life. (Wow, deep, I know.)

But I am in New York. And I kinda like it.