I was going through old journals and blogs and came across this post from May 2013. Reading through it, I realized it is as potent to my life now - now four years into living in New York City - as it was in 2013 when I was only one month in. As a soft launch to my new blog, I wanted to begin with tales of a new year, new goals and a new 'me', but the below somehow feels more appropriate; to begin with a look back - only to realize that while so much has changed not too much has. I'm still that girl - whether 25 or 30 - trying to figure it out. And living here still sometimes doesn't feel real and it is sometimes full of so much joy and very often so much pain.