I moved to NYC. With only $800, dreams, optimism, and my suitcases. I don’t regret that decision one bit. I came alive in NYC. I found other parts of me in NYC. I learned to believe in the beauty of my dreams no matter how much they may change.

Thank you NYC, the wonderful people I have encountered while living here, and most of all, thank you God, for holding me. Not one night have I worrried about where I would sleep, how I would eat, or how I would pay rent. That’s beautiful and a firm reassurance that when you want something bad enought, the universe will conspire to help you get it.