E I G H T. Happy Eight Years New York City. I still remember crying in front of the Burger King in the Savannah Airport texting @aerabb I couldn’t do it. She told me, “This is your time love.” Talking on the phone to my cousin, Tamika, who shouted at me “THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE F*CKIN MOVE. GET ON THAT PLANE.” And little did I know. They were 150% right. My journey here began with me at my most fearful, insecure state. I didn’t have a job, I was crashing at friend’s apartment, and underneath it all, I was having severe internal struggles with my gender identity. But as each of the days turned into weeks, and led into months, and transformed into a years, all of the pieces of my complex puzzle were put together. I finally saw the picture of my truth and my reality. I’ve found the perfect home that makes me feel secure every time I walk through the door. I’ve found old and new friends who’ve become family. I’ve found a career at @thekatzcompany that empowers me and allows me to stand in my truth. And most of all, I’ve found love of myself in a place where so many people from all walks of life come for a new start. To find that love of themselves to carry them through. All of this to say....sometimes you need to just get on the f*ckin plane. I love you New York.