This is not goodbye, New York.

Before I left New York, this was my life.

Dong, you've inspired me.

Starting over

Everyone says it's never too late to start over. I figure it's never too late when you don't have any other options. Everyone should have an all-out panic attack once in their life, it really is refreshing in retrospect to be like, wow if my body hadn't flat out refused to let me abuse myself for one minute longer, well hell, i might be dead! (Or in a mental institution).

I will go to New Orleans someday, but for now, it wasn't meant to be I guess. School is coming up fast, and I've gone from super excited (probably for the wrong reasons) to panic attack (duh) back to really excited (for the right reasons). I'll miss the city somethin wicked, but having a person with you who knows you almost as well as you know yourself is always the best. Knowing you'll own the city you're going to because it's a third the size and like an eighth as cool? Priceless ;).

Don't want to be too twittery and lame (I made this blog to be ironic and reflective, not like, to update anyone on my well-being, i have facebook duh), but soon there will be more pictures on here. I have to complain for just a moment though about the pain in the ass of uploading pictures on a 5-year-old mac. Like seriously people, if it wasn't going to take me literally 45 minutes to wait for my computer to deal with a new upload of pictures one by one, and another half hour to actually copy them into an email, I would be much more eager to post. Sort of sad really, being that I am really into photography and have zillions of awesome pictures just sitting in my camera (and desktop) waiting to be shared. I'm pretty sure that gig of ram i spent a hundred bucks on a couple years ago has been sitting, improperly installed, in my computer, doing absolutely nothing. Ha. I'm silly.

Here's to good memories and many more to come. Pics are Barcelona, November, 2008.