I don’t think anyone looks at this anymore, I know I haven’t for months. I feel this need though to write, to just type. Making my own blog seems like too much effort, and I like the idea (even if it is just an illusion) that I am directing these words to specific people. So hi, friends.

I keep having those, “my life is surreal” type of moments. The last couple of  months have been so strange. This by far has been the biggest change/adventure yet. I moved to Brooklyn alone. I ‘ve been living with two strangers, and I don’t think I have ever been this alone or subjected to such drastic change ever before (haha subjected makes it sound like I had no say in this, Katie this was your doing). Post school life is peculiar. It feels far more foreign to me than living in a foreign country felt. I went though a bout of sadness, feeling lonely here, but that’s faded and now I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the time that I have had thus far with just me. Everyone should do this. I feel so aware of what makes me happy, what I want, and what I am going to do to get it. I feel incredibly independent and more importantly capable. I feel so appreciative of the amazing people in my life who I am able to count as friends. Things are about to change again. I will have an apartment with two friends who know me very well, and I’m sure our time will be filled with an agenda full of theatre, silliness, and new people. I am very much looking forward to it, and I am already longing for and romanticizing my time of solitude in a city full of people.

I don’t know if I will write again. I hope I feel compelled to, I hope I don’t forget.

I think I’m going to see you guys in a couple of days, and I am sure you will indulge me by having this conversation in person with me. Thank you in advance : )