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The best part of my week is in the 2 minutes I find myself going over the Manhattan Bridge on the N or Q train between 1 and 3 am. It is also pretty awesome at any time of day, but the am trips have been occurring with more and more frequency. This is not to say that I do not love the rest of my week, but this is just the most glorious moment of success. be it: I have actually made it out of manhattan, or more accuratly “I actually live here.” I know I join in generations of cliches, but what I am doing at this very moment is what I have wanted to do, what I have daydreamed about since I was 13. As hard as this crazy path I have chosen is I somehow managed to actually start to implement it.

As an unemployed actress trying to figure out my plan of attack 2 minutes of glorious calm and success is nothing to sneeze at. And I defy anyone to watch the 2 minutes of glory and not fall in love with this crazy city I call home.