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Hello all.

Today is my two month anniversary. I have lived in New York City for two months.

How do I feel?

I'm still shocked by the idea of being 24, so not really older. Tireder. Much tireder, but that has more to do with my grad school workload than the city. I've picked up some of the eyes-straight-ahead, hate-anyone-blocking-the-sidewalk attitude. I know my way from home to work/school- and much of the rest of the city remains a mystery. I'm amazed by the fact that celebrities live among us (the rumors are true- I DID see Daniel Vosovic walking down the street this weekend). I've had the best dirty martini of my life. I've fallen asleep- multiple times- on the subway. I'm much more interested in what other people are wearing than ever before. I'm no longer fazed when I have to change my route because a movie is being filmed on the sidewalk up ahead. I'm in more debt than I've ever been in before in my life.

And most of all, I'm in love with the sparkling, seething possibilities that make up this city.

Happy two months!