10 years ago i showed up in williamsburg with everything i owned packed into a small uhaul. i only knew one person, had unpaid internship at Spin magazine and no source of income but was determined to make it work.
these past 10 have been the best (and at times the worst) years - i've never felt so alive, so alone, so loved and so lost.
i'll forever be in love with new york city, even when i hate it. i feel lucky to have called this crazy place home for the past decade.