it's hard to believe that this is my life.

Feb 27, 2009 01:21

I'm leaving tomorrow for New York City. Thanks to the generosity of subcommittees of councils of my college's administration, I am able to go for nearly NOTHING. The flight, tickets to a dance performance and dinner is all on the college. All I have to supply is $25 for my hostel room, $15 for transportation within the city, $4 for museum entrance and probably around $50 for 2 other meals in the city.

I...I'm just so insanely blessed.

During some free time in the city I'm going to meet up with my freshman year roommate, Maggie, who has graduated early and is now living in the City. We're going to walk around Greenwich village and take a peek at The New School.

Again, I can't believe this is the life I'm living. I'm going to New York to see a grad school who actually wants me to come and study with them. I JUST DON'T GET THESE SORTS OF THINGS. I'M A LITTLE GIRL FROM NOWHERE. I wrote because it was the only thing I was good at, and even then that was up for debate. I wish I knew then what I would be capable of later. I wouldn't have spent so much time hating on myself.

Just keep moving. I need to keep moving. Good things happen when you move. Movement is a sign of life. Stagnation is a sign of death. Get out of Ohio. Get to the City. Live the dream you've had since high school. Write. Move fingers across keys, across a notebook. Move or be moved. See, see, move, look, feel.

Oh. I got the Veronica's CD today. I still have yet to decide if this was a bad choice or not. I think it's good, though. I can play them and Katie Perry one right after one another and have one big happy girl-pop nightmare.

travel, the new school, nyc

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