So far, so good. Sorta.

Well, it's been 2 full months here in NYC. And let me tell you, it's so much more different than I thought it would be.

To begin with, I still feel like a tourist here. There are moments where I just pop out of a subway station and feel so lost for a sec. And then I realize I know the street from start to finish because I've been covering it or walking randomly around it or just passed it by with a beer or two on the way home.

I don't know any hip new places, because I don't have time to go and explore. But I know cheap restaurants no one else knows about, or where to get a dress that won't go for an arm and a leg. Where to hang out and dance salsa.

I've spoken more Spanish than English sometimes, and I feel no guilt about it whatsoever. I've heard really strange pick up lines and felt more and more aware of my own self and what I can do with how I look, my unique look and how I can use it.

I'm dying to use my high heels. And to walk around with makeup again. And to have a Sunday for myself. To do stuff thats not academic but fun. Hacer cosas imposibles, censurables.

And I need to find my own voice, ritmo, space and time. I wanted to write again, and I am. Sometimes it's a fucked up challenge, but hey, I can always say it's just school.