The new year is quickly approaching and these days amidst the holidays, work, attempts to stay warm in chilling temperatures, and thoughts about the resolutions of 2010, I have little time to look back on 2009, but what a year it has been. Right now, I'm stuck on today's date. One year ago today, I boarded a plane from San Francisco to New York City, giddy for my New Year's kiss, armed with two overweight suitcases and a plan. As it turned out things didn't exactly go as I had imagined, but as I've learned, the best laid plans are made to be broken. So, as the months went by, I threw out my plan and went forth into the city that never sleeps, from interview to interview, reconnecting with old friends and making new ones, exploring my home one borough and subway stop at a time.Today, I feel a sense of normal comfort in New York; the city is like the little brother I never had - I love it unconditionally but not without the moments, sometimes days of frustration. I am happy to call it my home and I am proud of the person I have become in the last twelve months, the person that life in New York has called me to be.
In light of the season upon us, in which many glasses are raised and toasts are made, I would like to make a toast to this fair city. Thank you for taking care of me, for letting me fail and rise again, and for always introducing me to new and interesting things. I look forward to greeting you each morning and bidding you adieu each night. To our second year together, New York City, may it be as full.
