Resurfacing

I feel like I've been sucked into the vortex of helter-skelter, warp-speed New York City living...I've only been here 4 months, but have already lived through about 4 year's worth of experiences. Of course, that's what happens when you move from one location extreme (laid-back, easy livin' Dallas) to another (fast and furious, lean and mean NYC). In the last 4 months I have:

• Lived in 2 different apartments - one with a roach-infested kitchen and peanut-butter-stealing roommate; the other a quirkily-cool 3rd floor walk-up with a super-cool Japanese gal - we leave our shoes outside the door à la Japanese culture. Love it.
  
• Landed a few wholesale accounts in local boutiques, which so far have all been pretty successful. Yes!
  
• Learned to hail a cab, navigate the erratic weekend transit schedule and properly insult drivers who try to run me over when crossing the street
• Eliminated all shoes in my wardrobe that aren't flats. Heels bite (literally and figuratively) with all the walking required here
  
• Managed to squeak by in a city with one of the highest costs of living while unemployed...
• ...and just landed a "day job" that will pay the bills (unfortunately, the handbag gig doesn't do that...yet)

And next weekend...I move into my very own apartment/studio space in one of the coolest 'hoods in Brooklyn. More adventures abound! And words cannot express how bleeping good it will feel to stretch and kick and dance and sing and sew...all in my VERY OWN space. Not someone else's....MY OWN. Yes, I am a bit territorial...but ever so grateful that it only took 4 months to get to this point in a brand new city. Pinch me...I can't believe this is all happening...