2013 Apology/Thank you

I moved back to New York City about a year ago and for the girl who was going to "document so many things"...she sure wasn't too successful. I am sorry...and mostly sorry to myself.

Throughout the course of the year, I had a few scattered successes and many, many more failures, but one of my most disappointing failures was the ability to keep up my blog. 

The transition from NYU college-student (2011) to living at home with a full refrigerator in Chicago and dancing on scholarship all day every day (2012) was one thing, but the transition from those luxuries in Chicago to real-adult-without-meal-plan-in-Manhattan (2012/13) was an entirely different story. 

I feel as if I have lived ten thousand lifetimes in the one year that I have been back. 

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I have been blessed in countless ways. I have been challenged in just as many ways. 

The biggest, most important, update is that I have fallen in love with an incredible man who treats me with the respect and love that every girl dreams of finding one day. 

On the contrary, I have worked the stereotypical 3am serving jobs in order to keep auditioning and paying rent, I have dealt with unforeseen medical issues, I have seen friends give up on their dreams for different reasons but mainly in pursuit of financial stability, I have been cut and cut and cut and cut, I have seen friends sign dream contracts, I have cursed at my super for his absolute fucking stupidity, I have learned how to install an A/C unit without falling out of the window with it, I have (almost) learned how to fix ant, roach, and mice infestation while at the same time having an ant, roach, and mice phobia, I learned how to flirt with Mexican kitchen boys at the restaurant in order to get free dinner (before I met you Kunal!), I have met the wrong people, I have met the right people, and everything in between. 

I haven't figured out (yet) if moving back to New York was the right decision as far as my dance career goes, but what I do know is that these experiences have made me as strong as a steel trap and will be able to carry them with me for the rest of my life. 

I am most grateful for that. Thank you, New York. I love you.

...you haven't even seen the best of me yet. We're just getting started.