It's been two months now that I've lived in New York City! It feels like so much longer. Time is weird here...
I'm a month into my internship with New Dramatists, and loving every second working there. "Dream-come-true" doesn't do it justice.
Loving it here, settling into Ridgewood and the busy live of an intern.
And it's snowing. This is new. Temperatures in the TEENS. What?
Walking on a snow feels like a stepping on a marshmallow. I love the squish under my heels. I have never experienced a real "winter," and it's apparently only going to get colder. Although it has been quite shocking for my body, especially coming from a year in extreme, hell-ish Cambodian heat, I am loving the new experience of the cold and snow. Mostly I love wearing boots.
I've been reading about man-eating Siberian tigers, and I realized the tigers of Siberia and New York City have a lot in common. Both most be accommodated and accepted, revered and respected, or they will eat you alive.
