Sunday, January 17th

I need to take a breathe before I start today's blog. I have never felt so blessed. The life experiences that I have had since moving here have been so incredible that it's a little overwhelming and difficult for me to take in. I say it's difficult because each day that I have been here has gotten better and better as each one passed. It's surreal. I wonder to myself if I really deserve such great opportunities and success. I mean, why should I be allowed to be this happy? It doesn't seem fair when I think about those that are struggling. These are the thoughts that go through my mind when I get a minute to reflect. But, at the same time, I convince myself to retract those thoughts. I have watched others succeed in the past and have heard some unbelievable life stories. I remember having the thought at one time being, "when is it going to be my turn?" I need to come to the realization that my time is now. It's here, its happening. Last year was pretty tough for me to get through and now things are turning around in a so-called New York minute.


My internship let me leave about an hour earlier Thursday. I was happy because I was supposed to meet with a potentially hired assistant near Penn Station once I was off. I was looking forward to meeting with her as she had a pretty impressive resume. Carson, my boss, had told her to call me by 4 o clock so that I could set up a time and a place to meet with her. 4:15 rolled around and I still hadn't heard from the girl. I couldn't believe it; two flakes in two days! I just don't understand how unprofessional and rude some people will allow themselves to be. On a positive note however, with extra time to enjoy my personal life I decided to meet up with a friend of mine who just moved to the city. Her name is Kiara who some of you readers might know. She moved out here with very similiar circumstances as I did. She has a PR backround and wants to build a career in the fashion industry. She has been job hunting like crazy, so I mentioned the position my boss was offering and told her to send Carson her resume. She immediately took up the opportunity.

We soon after met up at a wine bar in SoHo. It was really nice to see a familiar face after a long week. Kiara's face had been familiar to me since my elementary days although we have never gotten a chance to build a close friendship. I was really looking forward to the chance of getting to know her better. On our walk to the bar she received a call from a number that looked familiar to me, but that she didn't recognize. Without immediately jumping to the conclusion, I soon realized the phone call was coming from Carson! She was inquiring about how Kiara had heard about the position and she explained that she was referred from me. My boss's response was better than I could have hoped for. She told Kiara that she was so impressed with the work I have done for her since my start and would trust any referral given by me. This was thrilling to hear. Twenty minutes of conversation had gone by and Kiara was hired on as my partner and Carson Case's PR assistant! This gave our night such a great start and an immediate bond between the two of us.

The wine bar we took part in was extremely Italian. I could barely understand our waiter when he went over the specials and embarassingly asked him to repeat himself multiple times. We both decided on vegetable lasagna along with some shared bruschetta. Both were amazing but we were ready to dash out of there after dinner to somewhere a little bit more our style. After all, the night had become a reason to celebrate. We met up with a girl named Angela who had a mutual friend with Kiara and was out to show us a good time. I felt comfortable with her from the initial hello and beyond. Very welcoming. In fact, everyone that I have met so far in this city has been along with being entirely sincere. It's refreshing to meet people that you know are after your friendship rather than what you can offer them. Angela is highly succesful as a publicist in the music industry. Extremely well connected. The more time we spent with her the more she opened up her efforts in welcoming us to her references. This is my professional life after all so I won't mention any names, but the future is looking increasingly promising.

After a pretty incredible night with a 5am return cab ride home, it was Friday. I got some unfortunate news that my roomate-to-be Trent, didn't get the job that he was counting on moving out here for. I quickly was faced with finding a new living situation and two weeks to do so. I was more bummed for his sake however; two weeks is a completely reasonable amount of time to find an apartment out here. Finding roomates was my minor challenge but I am not really worried.

Mid afternoon I received my official "letter of hire" from my boss. My day let alone my life was instantly changed with a piece of paper. I had to read it a couple times through just to make sure that it was really happening. Then I pinched myself. It hurt. I realized that I was in fact not experiencing a dream, but a reality. Not only was my starting salary more than I would've asked for or expecting, but it was time to renew my passport. That's correct, you heard me right. As soon as this coming March I will be on my way to Milan! Milan. Milan? yeah. Okay I'm going to Milan. I said this to myself over and over until it finally sunk in. Even though I still don't think its fully hit me. Not only that... but soon after I'll be on my way to Paris then Tokyo and later in the year I'll be hitting all three countries for a second time before I embark on London and Dubai. Saying it out loud still doesn't make it real and I can't beleive that it's my life I am speaking of and not someone else's. I have never felt anything like this before. It's a high that no drug could ever fulfill. It just reiterates the promise that anything is possible. And it is. Like I said last year was pretty tough. Not only for me but I know it was tough for everyone, especially those closest to my heart. We all had bad experiences. Whether it be a broken heart, grieving of those that had passed, financial struggles, loss or any other difficult change or challenge that crossed us in 2009. This year is a time of bouncing back. In fact, its a decade of cashing in our tokens. A time that we have all seen as "someday". The day has finally arrived and I am so enriched with happiness and let me say it again, grateful, for everything. I can only imagine what the future holds.

Until we meet again,
Meg