Stranded Memory 

I was watching The Fosters tonight and as I was watching the episode where Brandon was practicing for his audition I had this faint little memory. A memory where someone told be that I should be at Juilliard. 
For some reason I can’t remember who it was or where it was. 
What’s going on in my mind now is, why would someone say that? I personally don’t see myself being connected to Juilliard. I have nothing against Juilliard but I just never saw myself even attending. I have heard a lot about Juilliard but that’s really it. 
Juilliard is big. 
I just wish I would remember who it was and why that person would say that me. I usually have a good memory but this one is really making me think. Me? Juilliard? More than crazy. 


2:35 am

The night is always so interesting. They say “the city that never sleeps” and I agree but I know we’re not the only city that never sleeps. Sure there’s a lot going on but there’s other places. 

I always wonder what I’d be doing at this time in California, if I lived there or was there visiting. Honestly if I was visiting I’d probably wouldn’t be getting so much sleep because of how excited I would be. 

I’ve never left New York. Never. But I want to change that. I want to travel and California is my first stop. California is, I gues you can say, the dream. 

People make New York sound like its  this exciting city and yes it is but when you’ve lived here your entire life you don’t see it like others do. I still love it though because it’s not just any city it’s THAT city. 

California, I’m coming for you.