
I do realize it's the morning of July 1st, but I finally feel as though the summer has begun. Waking up to the soothing, melodic sounds of the digging Brooklyn cranes, wearing a ex-boyfriend's t-shirt and no pants—yes, in that outfit and still sleeping alone—I breathed in the humid NYC air and thanked God to be alive. Between rehearsals in
I've never regretted my decision to leave all, penniless and love-less and head to
After my adventures yesterday, I realized NY is like that. It's like you are trying desperately not to blink, but if your eyes are open too wide, it will still all pass by in a haze. I was in need of a more relaxed stance. So from a little Italian lunch at an adorable outdoor patio with a new best friend, to standing on the rocks at the Williamsburg shore of the east river, to leaning over the edge of the top deck of the South Street Seaport peering at the Brooklyn Bridge and its new waterfall (in a dress that the wind so sweetly embraces), to finally becoming crown princess of karaoke while making new friends at the local gay bar... Somewhere along the way I confirmed, "Yes. This is the life for me."
Yes. It's going to be so awesome in the summer when we can, finally.


