Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are Made Of...

 10 pm. Eastern Time, in Midtown Manhattan.

I'm really here. Hopefully for good.

There's lightning flashing through my dorm window, thunder rumbling in the distance. 

The Met Gala was only a few hours ago just over forty blocks east. 

Wicked had its official reopening tomorrow at the Gershwin, as well as Hamilton, The Lion King, and Chicago.

Big Broadway news broke today that Beetlejuice is coming back this spring in a new theatre.

Mom and Dad helped me move in, they leave tomorrow at noon. 

The AC unit in my room keeps turning on and off sporadically. Rain is coming down harder outside. Had a brief chat with my new roommate over weather differences between here and her hometown.

It's been very nonchalant for me today. Like I was expecting myself to be overly excited and have butterflies in my stomach when I first came into the building of the Academy. 

But no.

My mind has been as ease; seems like I've already processed the idea that I am going to be living in the city of my dreams, across the country away from family and friends and the only life I've ever known. 

This is the start of a whole new chapter. For deeper self discovery, for success, maybe even love?

I guess we'll see...