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Walking down Bedford Avenue with Katie, Tasti D Lite in my stomach and still on my lips, I began to feel for the first time the excitement and possibility of living in New York, rather than simply the fear. This is New York City, which was once no more than a dream, a strange figment of my imagination, and is now the place I live.
Standing naked in a borrowed stranger's room (I'm in Katie's sublet for now), I looked in the sky and noticed that while there were no stars, the clouds in the sky glowed.
I will be ok. I can do this job, and I will live in this wonderful city, and I will ruin pair after pair of shoes walking it from one end to another talking to people about progressive politics.
Just being here, and not being here filled from the callouses on my feet to the top of my scalp filled with fear, somehow already feels like I made it.
Standing naked in a borrowed stranger's room (I'm in Katie's sublet for now), I looked in the sky and noticed that while there were no stars, the clouds in the sky glowed.
I will be ok. I can do this job, and I will live in this wonderful city, and I will ruin pair after pair of shoes walking it from one end to another talking to people about progressive politics.
Just being here, and not being here filled from the callouses on my feet to the top of my scalp filled with fear, somehow already feels like I made it.