Thinking

I am about to enter my sixth month of living in NYC. When I moved everyone warned me to give it six months, that after six months I would suddenly realize that I knew the city, felt at home etc. The weird thing is, I have felt at home here for months already. Maybe the city was already running through my blood. Or maybe it was the days I spent early on walking the streets and soaking everything in or maybe it's the days I've spent since, walking around trying to find my accounts and attempting to open new ones. But I've suddenly found that I know and love this city. I think what has changed at this six month mark is that I now have to invent who I am here. And in a city of 8 million the possibilities are endless. Stay tuned.