Marching into the unknown, armed with... nothing.

Back to New York. What awaits me? Why do I leave everything comfortable and familiar behind? Am I taking a risk this time? Do I take too many risks in life that lead me back to start? I guess I have the opportunity to start new. I have my whole life ahead of me, as the saying goes. I know let my heart lead me more than I do my mind. But is my heart in two places? First of all, I want to see if I can make it. Can I survive on my own? Can I live the life I know I should be living? I feel so cliche! But really. Can I?

There are other things plaguing me. Maybe I put too much trust in strangers, maybe I give too much of myself to people. But I love people. I blame Hollywood for my unrealistic notions of love and being in love. Magic. Do I actually experience magic? I read this article on the science of falling in love, and my analytical side believed a heck of a lot of it. It made sense. I mostly skimmed, so all I remember is the three chemical and environmental stages of love. Something like, Lust, Attraction and Attachment, all being temporary stages of a relationship... Oh, fuck it. I'm in love.