This is not quite what I had in mind...

This is not quite what I had in mind.

See, I arrived in the city not all that long ago, full of big plans and big dreams (Let's face it. Is there any other way to arrive in this city? I defy you to find me someone arriving in JFK or LaGuardia or (God forbid) Newark for the first time who isn't bursting with hopes for a fabulous future.) Right now, all I've got is big debt, tiny apartment, and big problems.

In a city full of big dreamers, how do you keep your feet on the ground (and do you even want to, considering you'll probably step in something gross before you'be walked 10 steps?) And in a city full of cynics, how do you remember what it feels like to fly (without paying a visit to the 420 lounge on a Saturday evening?)

Start at the beginning. This is one story out of millions-- 8 million just in this city. My attempt to make sense of a foreign world. My failures and triumphs and ultimate disillusionment-- everything I learned from the movies is wrong. At the end of the day, there's only one conclusion: my life is not a movie!