22 is the perfect time to start again...and I am no stranger to starting over. In the past five years I have lived in five cities. Nashville, TN, Rosemary Beach, FL, Santa Clara, CA, Rome, Italy, Boston, MA....and in three weeks, my zip code will tell Amazon.com to send my (still student discounted...shhhh...) packages to the only place I have ever wanted to be. New York City. And it is a dream. And it is more daunting than I have openly admitted...until now.

It's not exactly "Welcome to New York" quite yet. It's more like find a job, find an apartment, pass your finals, graduate college, convince your mother to ship your new bedding, pack exactly two suitcases of all your treasures, buy enough toothpaste while you're home to last six months, eat all the grapes Mom will buy in case youcan't afford fresh fruit, throw your guitar case over your shoulder, and get on a plane. It's thrilling and it's terrifying and it is where I know I am supposed to be now. And in a year? Who knows. But it would be stupid not to try.

FREQUENTLY ASKED QUESTIONS:

What will I do? Not sure. Find a job to pay my rent and hope I love it.

Where will I live? Who knows. Probably somewhere safe or else my momma will have herself a little heart attack.

Who will I meet? Probably a lot of crazy interesting people who will probably change the way I see the world and my place in it.

How long will I stay? No clue. Maybe six months. Maybe a year. Maybe the rest of my life. But it's OK to not know right now. I am twenty-two years old and as easy as it is to feel pressure to have it all figured out, I don't. And that's OK.

What do I know?
Adventure is good for you. Adventure is good for me. And this is my next one. I hope you'll follow along!