
Living the dream
…is a scary thing. The Dream, the thing you strive for. That you daydream about while making $10.50 an hour at your retail job. Something you tell people you’ll do–someday.
SOMEDAY IS NOW. SOMEDAY IS TODAY. TOMORROW. YESTERDAY, EVEN.
That’s the thing about The Dream. You’re not sure how it happened. The circumstances don’t play out how you thought they would. It doesn’t look or even feel like you thought it would. And if you’re lucky, you realize you’re living The Dream before you fall into the grind of day-by-day living. The thief that transforms The Dream into mediocrity. [Read more…]
Living in New York City doesn’t give me lots of space. Because of this, I’ve arranged and re-arranged the few furniture pieces in my small studio apartment at least seven times. I think I’ve finally come up with a layout that doesn’t make it seem like I’m trying to pretend like I don’t live in a studio and two doesn’t make me fall asleep upon entry. 



