As the title says ...

I'm in transit ...

I moved this weekend. Again. Third time since I've been in this city. And even though I never showed you the old place(s), I promise to show you photos of this place because I think I'm sticking around for a while and my crafty ideas are a-flowin'. The room is smaller, but the roommates are lovely (thank you, Craigslist) and my wallet is $450 fatter every month. (Yup, you read that right. I'm saving a chunk o' change.)

So I hope you forgive me for half marathon photos being tardy. Soon!

Speaking of, I haven't run since the half ... hopefully tomorrow ...

New York, New York

I'm here. Yes, I made it. I've only been here for two hours, and technically I'm in Brooklyn, so I haven't even gotten a glimpse of my favorite skyline. But tomorrow I have my first (and one of the most important) interview at 11 am, and as Ivy said, "You'll get off the subway and a chorus of angels will sing." Ok, maybe not, but it'll be nice.

The wonderful apartment I'm staying for a month is just that: wonderful, amazing, ridiculous. A little tease. And she has a cat who is making me miss my Rigby something awful.

And I'm not ashamed to admit it: I was a wreck upon leaving today. Leaving home gets harder and harder every time. Right now, at this very moment, I'm feeling ok. But ask me again tomorrow.

More soon.