This time last year
Now I am not there. I am in Chicago. But one year ago was the start of what was, at that point, the hardest thing I’d ever done. Saying goodbye to D.C., quitting one job without another, praying that life really was waiting for me somewhere else, sleeping on Amanda and Charlie’s floor, getting hired at the Jewish Federation, being scared out of my wits in improv classes. Now. Here I am. I am not there. I am here.