The boxes on the floor are full of stuff my mother sent me from the house in Tampa. It's funny to think about it now, but what was I thinking? Where did I think I was going where I would have room for more boxes full of stuff? I had no plan, no promises, and only lies to go on in my decision to move to New York and to stay here for the duration. I have never wanted to live anywhere else but I must have been out of my mind to think I could just march up here -- straight out of college with a worthless degree in piano performance -- and make that happen.

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