It’s raining. Horns are honking. Billie Holiday is playing over the speakers. I’m living a cliché. I’m making homemade croutons for a salad that will accompany pesto pasta that I picked up from a local gourmet grocer, to surprise my boyfriend with after he returns from his PhD program. My kitten is laying next to me. Life is pretty good. It’s even better because I’m doing it all in New York. A city I’ve loved and admired for years. My childhood self would be giving me a high five for actually making it here.

Life since I got to New York has been a spectacle. The air smells fresher (is that possible!?), the coffee taste better and my heart beats a little faster.

I leapt at the chance to make it here and I don’t think I’ve ever been more confident with a decision. This city has me hooked.

Cheers to accomplishing dreams and doing things that scare you. Make your childhood self proud.

XC