Rachel freelances out of ...

I had my first true New York moment yesterday. I'd been waiting for it to happen. So far life here has been fairly simple: I wake up, work, get dressed, get on the train into Manhattan, interview, get on the train back to Brooklyn, work, and maybe get dinner/drinks later.

It's fairly uneventful and not at all glamorous.

But on Friday I went into the office of a magazine I'm freelancing for, and they're putting me on the Contributors page. I finally read what they'd written about me, which included: "Rachel freelances out of her home in New York City."

Yes, ma'am; that sure is what I do. When you put it in print, it makes it a bit more real, huh?