I apologize for my absence (and the random pictures). These last couple of weeks have been a test. How much will it take before I rebook my flight home in fear of not succeeding? How much does it take before my graphic design instructor completely crushes what the little that is left of my ego? Before the huge buildings in Midtown remind me that I have nothing to do here and that I can just dream on thinking that I do?
I want to tear these thoughts in pieces and set fire to them. In fact there are so many of them that I could literally make a little bonfire of it if I wrote them down. And because I know they are all crap, I stay. And I stay because I have some sweet new friends, some yet to know better and some that are supporting me in class.
And once in a while, when my shoulders are lowered, this place feels pretty amazing to me.
