It Sucks to Be Me

Two years ago today, or two years ago tomorrow, or maybe even yesterday -- I'm not good at keeping track of things. But still, two years ago -- I moved to New York.

When talking about moving, everyone says it's been a "crazy ride", and that's because, for the most part, it's true. If you want a crazy, bonkers, biggest-leap-of-your-life, continuous-mix-of-elation-and-fear, beautifully-insane journey: New York's your place. If you want security, try Idaho.

(Note: I've never been to Idaho.)

Things are still a struggle, and I'm pretty sure they'll be for awhile, but that's okay. Because I can't believe the sights I've seen. I can't believe the people I've met. I can't believe the experiences I've had. And sometimes, on rare, rare occasions, I wonder if I made the right choice to move here. But then I see a show, or walk through the park, or take a class, and I'm reminded all over again why, as someone very wise once told me (i.e. my father), I'm exactly where I need to be.

So, here's to two more years of struggling. Heck, here's to twenty, if that's how long it takes. Here's to more years of exuberance and tears and laughter and worth. Because I'm here for the journey. And I'm here for good.


Not Sucking To Be Me,
-[jimmy]