I'm in Brooklyn. It's raining. And I'm optimistic. It should be a nice few days in NY, catching up with friends and jumping on the subway in search of cheap eats.
Last night my bus from LaGuardia {what a nice journey, she was from Brazil} dropped me off in Harlem. I realized that I was a little fearful walking to the 6 train- laptop in my backpack, my five day supply of clothing in a tiny duffel. It was odd to me, feeling fear while walking down an American street when I'd recently wandered the streets of Cairo, Havana, and Moscow at night with no qualms. I have remember to be fearless, wherever I am.
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