Like almost everyone else I know, I have a love/hate relationship with this wonderfully manic city. It's a city of inherent contradictions itself--it's one of the oldest cities with the newest trends, it's filled with all languages, religions, and ethnicities and yet holds within it a generally liberal and open-minded group of human beings. It's got an unparallelled mass transit system, and yet takes me an hour to ride one train from Astoria-Ditmars to Prince Street stuffed in a crowded space with a bunch of strangers. You can walk by a homeless person trying to get a dollar, and brush by a woman's purse that costs eleven hundred.
Five years, seven jobs, three colleges, and six apartments later...it's time. It's time to see what else is going on in the world. Reading travel magazines constantly and having close friends living and traveling abroad, I literally can't sleep I'm so excited some times. Watching my money dwindle away on silly things like subway rides to and from the same old places, coffee, clothes and alcohol I realize how much more I can do. I just have to go and do it....which is the hard part. Without realizing it you turn around and life happens: between show tickets and a dentist appointment I'm still here. All I've wanted to do was go...how am I still here? I just have to go. I can't wait. What if I turn around and it's September? What if it's three years later? It's time to move to Seoul, South Korea. Say yes to a contract. I start April 25th.
