I
can relate to anyone moving across the country to pursue a dream. I
was 22, fresh out of college, when I moved alone from New Orleans to
New York. Not only had I never been there before, but I did not own warm
clothes. I only weighed 100 pounds, and Pratt Institute was in a bad neighborhood.
But I hate to change my mind once I have announced that I am doing something. Maybe it is sheer stubbornness, but I hate to look afraid or even wishy washy. The day of my flight, I felt so ill from a bad case of nerves, I could hardly walk. I was moving up with three suitcases, laden with clothes for warm weather from New Orleans and a bunch of art supplies.
I have never felt so alone in my life. I did not know a soul in New York City.
Looking back, it was the best choice I ever made for my career.
Your Imaginary Friend,
Patsie
But I hate to change my mind once I have announced that I am doing something. Maybe it is sheer stubbornness, but I hate to look afraid or even wishy washy. The day of my flight, I felt so ill from a bad case of nerves, I could hardly walk. I was moving up with three suitcases, laden with clothes for warm weather from New Orleans and a bunch of art supplies.
I have never felt so alone in my life. I did not know a soul in New York City.
Looking back, it was the best choice I ever made for my career.
Your Imaginary Friend,
Patsie
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