This was my first date with Jackson Pollack, Spring 2008. I was in the city for a national college journalism conference and it was my most recent visit. Fellow editors, writers, and designers from our Fort Lewis publication The Indy and I had the time of our lives. I got to meet staff writers for The New York Times and The New Yorker, see another incredible play, do some serious shopping, make friends with some awesome characters, and can you say lunch in Little India? (to mention a few. phew!) I was so sure that I was going to have to move there that I started telling New Yorkers I met that we should exchange numbers because "I'm moving to the city in a few months."
Whether it was months or years doesn't matter because at this point, I'm moving to the city in a matter of hours. My whole life now exists in two bags of luggage and a backpack. And Casie, you should know it involved a three-part elimination process, and only a few shoes and books made the final and most rigorous cut. Still, I was able to fit in 50 resumes, a few essential photos of friends, and 8 dresses including one Get-a-Job-in-NYC dress. (Will let you know if it lives up to its name.) While I may soon be a vagabond - or a voyageuse, if you will - I'm going to at least be a well-dressed one.
Said my goodbyes to Gus tonight (who came down to Rico for the weekend and stopped by the house to help me clean. Thank you kiddo!!) Guess we're really closing in.
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