Wow!

The magic of being in NYC continues to unfurl before my eyes, so I decided to stay longer. I changed my train ticket and won't return to DC until this Thursday.

I was fashionably starstruck the other day: while walking around SoHo, I looked to my left and noticed an Asian woman who looked so familiar to me. "Who is she?!", I kept saying to myself.

Then I remembered her face from TV. It was Vera Wang, the queen designer of wedding gowns. She was smiling and talking to another woman who was clearly a supermodel (she was tall and lanky like a giraffe.)

The other side of being in NYC is that it makes me feel insecure, kind of like how I felt when I lived in Sydney. I won't get into it right now.

Maybe later.