An Old Blog (excerpt Spring ‘08)

… I am scared of loving it (Victoria, BC) so much that I loose sight of the big picture. NYC has become this huge dream and when I think about the future, I think about walking down the busy streets, writing emails and stories in Bryant Park, photographing the people, the architecture, the stories. I think about the art gallery I would love to have, and doing love-based missions. I imagine my very first NYC art show. I think about great church and great friends, I think about becoming a writer (after I take a million classes on grammar) and sitting in my apartment (somewhere in Harlem) drinking tea and tapping away at the keyboard through the wee hours of the night. I think about the subway buskers and how they always made my day - when I was there, and hope they will make my day in the future…