The Start of Something Wonderful

New York City has a lot of little lessons in perseverance. Carrying your groceries back from Manhattan on a crowded L train just to save a little money. Sacrificing sleep for a social life because you never know when an evening will turn into one of those little stories you'll tell people for years to come. And then there is the big one. Coming here jobless and nearly broke but so very determined.

In February, I made the move to the big bad charismatic mecca that is this city. I held my breath and closed my eyes and tried my best not to fall off a metaphorical cliff. I trusted this city to show me possibilities. Because that's why people come here right, for the possibility of opportunity? For the certainty of adventure?

I came here with the dream of starting something, a dream of settling into a life of my own. And well... I did it. This week was my first week as CAD Artist for Martha Stewart. So far, I love it. Everyone here is hard-working and passionate and happy, and I get to make cool things all day and sometimes eat homemade muffins and cakes. I am incredibly lucky to have found something so great so soon and appreciative of all the stars that had to align for this to happen.

This week has been my happiest, most zen week so far because I am finally unencumbered by the uncertainty of the next month. I have something regular to count on, something I am responsible for. My future has a path, and I just have to enjoy the ride. It's all just beginning, and it's going to be the best.