I am not an eloquent writer.

I moved to New York City a year and twenty-eight days ago. I didn’t have a place to live or a job other than an unpaid internship for a music magazine. I left a lot behind and at times wanted to leave it here to pursue the past. In the process of this past year I have gone though just about the spectrum, and involuntarily grew. I found out that sometimes you don’t need to grow up any more, but it ends up happening on itself. Recently a good friend matt miller began a photo journal, and it sparked the idea that I have lived though the past year and not bothered to stop and take a bit of the day to day with me. This is my best effort to try to do just that… hold out and take a bit of the day to day with me. It is no grand idea or movement just trying to push myself a bit.