Mission: Go Big or Go Home

As the title of this blog goes, I'm living my life Anti-Blah. This is my mission. And it is to go big. But, if I don't go big, I'll have to go home. For me, that is not an option. This is my life and I'm living it Anti-Blah.

Yesterday, I arrived in New York City after taking a train all the way up the East Coast to find the world at my finger tips? No. To find the bag that I pack all of my clothing in, gone? Yes. (Luckily, it was delivered to me in a relatively timely manner, so I don't have to walk around nude. I say luckily for the millions of New Yorkers.) However, it was a blessing in disguise. I only have 2 hands, but 3 pieces of luggage. I actually was glad and now that I have my last bag, I'm really thrilled.

I checked in to my new home and was pleasantly surprised. It was what I expected, only better. The place is small, but come on. I just spent the past year in Japan. (See: Layla's Asian Adventure) And although this place is smaller than the one in Japan, the bathroom is bigger. I'm a lady. This is an important thing.

I'm so glad that I've finally made it. On my own. I picked up my whole world and shook it. I moved myself to Japan. I worked a job that I didn't care for. (Ha!) I saved the money. *I* found this place to live. (Actually, I found the place that someone else graciously checked out for me that wouldn't take me because I don't have a job and she told me about this place. But I followed through.) I picked up my whole world and shook it again. I took the stupid train for hours and hours (nearly 14...ugh). I dealt with the wonderful baggage handlers at Penn Station. I got a taxi. I checked in to my new place. And I will also find a job.

This is my mission. I'm going big.