This is one of those moments. One of those moments when I'm just beginning to see things more clearly and finally beginning to feel like I'm in the right place doing the right thing. And before I know it, my time here, for now at least, is up. New York was too short. Missing everything about you, from your crowdedness to your livelihood and all that in between. And before I can bid a proper farewell, I'm already in Los Angeles. I pack everything you've given to me and everything I can take from you, some inside my luggage and some inside my head, and I'm back to where I started. It can feel a little disorienting. Things can feel like they are in a mix. But I bring back some realizations and conclusions drawn from my four months of hustling. I sift through them and I try to adapt once again. There are still pieces and bits here and there waiting to be organized but I have a more equipped toolbelt to pull from. I feel different, is what I'm trying to say. Better. More confident and competent to do what I need to do. Last stop. Less than two months left. Much to look forward to.