09.09.06: the beginning of the too short apple era.

september 9th O-six.

i won't forget this day.

and this is no shot to what we all feel for 9.11...

every 9.9 i celebrate a little to myself and let myself drift back.

5 years ago today i moved to nyc.

full of excitement.

nerves.

actually i admit, a little hung over

(thanks kathy for the "special martinis" you made on my last night)

since around age 16 i always wanted to move to new york city.

i hadn't even been there until age 18, but there was a draw.

perhaps it was me becoming more involved in music/broadway/singing-

who knows.

my first visit i fell in love.

i lucked out getting a roommate in college who's hometown was 1 hour from the city.

so uh, every summer i visited her and the apple.

it was quite the nice set up.

i worked a year after college and decided job or not i was going.

money saved.

roommates did the dirty work and found the apartment for 3.

one way ticket booked.

even now when i think about it i get excited all over again.

i cried when i said goodbye to john.

surreal.

and unexpectedly my emotions took over

when i said bye to my mom at the airport.

 i couldn't stop.

i actually wore my sunglasses on the airplane.

i'm sure i looked pretty amazing.

i settled it down.

 & caught a cab.

walking into a building that i would live in that i never saw before 

but became a part of my every day life.

east 27th street.
my 7x10 room.

20 minute walk to work.

meeting new folks.

learning the subways.

i loved the adventure even though there was no doubt that it was still

stressful and the transition was tough.

i didn't realize it until later though.

i stayed for about 3 years.

what a grand 3 years.

tough and awesome all at once.

it is true-

if you make it there, you can make it anywhere.

i am so grateful to that time, that experience

i learned so much about myself, the work world

and what i want in life.

i lived on 

E 27th street

E 91st street

W 70th street

each having such different vibes and taking different memories with me.

the apple.

the beloved new york.

there is only one of you.

and i although i miss you (especially in the fall)

i know i am right where i belong.

thanks for 3 grounding years.

can't wait for the little to meet you.