When I first moved here, people often said to me in that assertively dismissive bitchy tone "You can't call yourself a New Yorker until you've lived here 10 years."
Bitches, today is my day.
I remember leaving Texas fearless, confident and ready for an adventure. I've never been disappointed. I have no regrets. Some things have changed. Most things have not. I'm still me. Just better. Texas is still home (Lou Ann, that's for you!). So is New York. I have the best of both worlds.
Little did I know then that living in New York would mean that I would travel around the world. That's how this blog started. And on one of those trips to Singapore, I met a photographer named Scott. One night over a beer, he told me that he lives by something his dad told him when he was a little boy in Canada. "Scott, you'll never know if you never go."
I'm glad I went. Now I know.
Best decision ever.