as a young girl, i visted the best city in the world. and loved it. (who doesn't? oh yeah, lamers.) ANYWHO, i loved the honesty, the pace, the art, the snow, the dirty side walks, the door men (more on this later); and then i saw the flags. the deep colored ones that whipped in the crisp wind that jutted out of beautiful buildings uplit in white angelic light...and, no. i definitely was not talking about the UN. and i realized this is where i wanted to stay. and so, i sent off my application and waited. until i recieved..........
The most anxious part of the dream was complete!
