i first decided to move to nyc in high school.  the plan: apply to nyu, get in, major in nursing and start my fabulous journey towards all things carrie bradshaw (scrubs by day, manolos by night.)  after visiting nyu during my junior year and feeling trampled by the hustle and bustle of midday manhatthan, this plan quickly became a dream deferred.  additionally encouraged by a healthy financial aid package from temple university, i decided to stay within my comfort zone and live, grow and learn in my hometown of brotherly love and sisterly affection.  first semester freshman year, an ambassador from nyc sauntered into my life and introduced a whole new side of his city.  one that was sexy, exciting and new…but comfortable…oddly familiar even. brooklyn.  for the first time, completely outside of my comfort zone, i felt as if i were home.  i quickly fell in love and began to visualize how wonderful life could be…there.  fast forward 2 love affairs, one concentration change and countless highs, lows and hopeless places later, i find myself in bk…hoping to find myself, in bk.  the carrie bradshaw fantasy has been squandered by sallie mae debt.  a lovely old lady with way more money than she knows what to do with, who i met in a trashy bar near grand central station (pre-move), wisely informed me “the satc mentality has a lot of people f****d up” (i sincerely thank her for that jewel.)  this is only the second week of my residency in bk so understandably, it doesn’t feel like home yet. but i’m comfortable and happy. just as i achieved this move, i believe once you want something and focus on that want, all the universe works together to help you achieve it.  i’m in this uncanny stage of “now what?” when truly, my journey has just begun and i’m counting on the universe ::read God:: to guide me.  moving here and scoring a career opportunity was just the beginning.  now, i create.