most recent detour

Just over a year ago, a friend told me about a job. I wasn't really looking. I was happy where I was. Not one to dismiss an opportunity, though, I took a look. I liked NYU. I liked their philosophy and I liked the people I talked to there. Even more, I think I liked the adventure. Scary though it was. It's odd now. Looking back. Everyone tells me how brave I was to move across the country. To go somewhere I had never been. To a place where I knew almost no one. I didn't come because I was brave, though. I came because I couldn't not. When the door opened and God answered all my prayers, I knew I had to. It was a chance. An opportunity. I knew it would change me. And it did. And I am happy.

And so I left the beautiful, star-studded, expansive city of Los Angeles for the vibrant, honest, and exposed city of New York. How different they are. And yet, how the same.