a friend of mine from college was in town this weekend with her sister, mom, and mom's best friend. i meet them for dinner in little italy: who would have known i would open up this huge can of worms with them. we small talked for awhile, and then they started to shoot out questions that seemed all to appropriate this weekend.
them-"what has been the scariest thing about moving to nyc"
me-that after growing up in a culture that tells you who you are and defines every part of you. i moved to a city that does not define me. in fact instead of saying to me 'this is who you are' new york has asked me to define myself. and that question is huge...this whole year has been me asking myself over and over agian, "stacey jo doornbos, who are you?"

i am scared. i am fearful. i am exited. i am nervous. i am lost. i am loved.

i am loved.