'cause somebody told me that's where dreamers should go.

Last night, as I was lying in bed, listening to the sounds of the cars whizzing by on the street 11 stories below, it hit me:

I am here in New York City.

I mean, not just here. But here. I am here. This is my life now, whether I am ready or not. And honestly, some days it's not. But I am here. I am here and I am young and I am living. I have the grand adventure I've been dreaming of dangling right out of eyesight, just waiting for me to finally look up and see it. And last night... Last night I did.

I know I've been in New York for two weeks, and yet for some reason, this is only now really dawning on me. The last 14 days have been a whirlwind of work and lectures and crazy crazy crazy. My summer program at NYU is amazing, but it is so intense that I've barely had time to breathe, let alone enjoy the city.  Of course I knew I was planning to stay, but it wasn't quite real yet

'One step at a time, Sarah, one step at a time,' I'd told myself, else I'd choke under a sea of my own bills and worries.

Then last night I started thinking about Christmas, for some odd reason, and the first image that popped into my head was the decorated tree in Rockefeller Center. And it hit me:

I was here. I would get to see it.

In that moment, all those nagging fears pushing at the corners of my consciousness didn't matter. 

It may have been brief — I am now firmly back in homework project land and studiously ignoring anything further — but it was encouraging, to say the least.

I know it's been a while since I've written. Like I said, the NYU Summer Publishing Program is basically the mental version of doing a Jillian Michaels work-out tape for 12 hours a day, every day. My brain isn't functioning well outside of the magazine world right now. I'm swimming in stats and edits and branding, and it's only going to get worse this week as my group prepares to present our magazine launch project. 

And then we start the book section, during which I can guarantee you I'll be a hell of a lot more cheerful. Well, cheerful for me, anyway... 

But I've met some amazing people. And I've had some amazing food {cheap as I am, I can't help but splurge sometimes}. And I've got my roommates hooked on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. So right now I'm just thankful for the little things.

Plus, did I mention I live within walking distance of a four-story Barnes and Noble?

Life is pretty good.

Title song: "Vegas," by Sara Bareilles

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