On Thursday I moved to the Big Apple. That's what you do when you have dreams right? Follow them. My dream is to work with the best, learn from the best, and to someday be one of them. I dream of important busyness with just enough time for romance. I dream of big successes and small failures. I dream of an apartment with enough room for all my shoes. I dream of sleepless nights full of dancing and Junior's Cheesecake.
For as long as I can remember, I've dreamed of New York City. I'm really good at dreaming. It's just too bad you can't live on dreams. I'm pretty much a transient these days, drifting from one couch to another. I walk as much as possible and eat only when it's necessary, or free. I worry night and day, "Did I get the job?" "Will I find an apartment?" "Why am I here again?" But every once in a while my mind clears and I remember that the love of my friends and family will get me through anything. Along with all of the uncertainty, anxiety, and pennilessness, I have love, liberty, and faith to get me by. I have the freedom to do what I want, to follow my dreams, and to live a life that is wholly my own. That is what makes my life so beautiful.
With every day that passes, I know I'm getting closer to something. Whatever it is, I am determined to find the beauty in it. This is my resolution.
