As the plane began to descend, I could see the Brooklyn bridge in the far off distance veiled by the misty rain. Manhattan was even more hidden in the background, a mysterious site to the eye. I am now nestled in my cozy bed, listening to the sound of the rain on the roof of the apartment. It's good to be here.
I am thankful to Molly and Nik for hosting me for these first few nights of my visit. Not only did I need time to visit with inspiring friends, but I also needed to feel at home in this strange new city.
