And I should really do something about that. Writing has always been a necessary means of escape for me, but lately things have been so wonderful that escape hasn’t been necessary. Instead it has been replaced with feelings of renewed vigor and hopeful, positive thoughts for the future. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time, and considering there are dark clouds on the horizon regarding family matters, it is surprising that I can overlook this for now and concentrate on how I feel at this very moment. For the first time in my life I feel like things are truly on track. I am enrolled in a program that challenges me and I am learning so much from professionals that I admire. NYU has surpassed my wildest dreams for what it would be like. I absolutely adore living in the village and even though I will likely be relocating after the Spring semester ends, I am grateful for every day I get to spend here. I’ve made some pretty great friends and look forward to building more relationships with the other students in my program as the semester/years go on. I’ve been able to spend quality time in Manhattan with my best friends and family, and am lucky enough to be able to hop on a train and be home in less than two hours. I miss my dog more than words can say, but I see him every few weeks so that helps a bit. Overall, I am just happy. Really and truly happy.
