Directions to where I live

This is inspired by Stephanie Kallos, author of Broken for You, because I'm bored and can't sleep. This can also be found on my site.

-- >> Begin in the heart of the City That Never Sleeps, New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of, on the day that Troy was sacked and burned to the ground.

Learn to stand too early, learn to walk too early, learn to scream far too early. Fall over backwards onto the kitchen floor. Go overseas to the far Orient and get water poisoning, be spoiled, watch Disney in a foreign language, eat delish, legit Chinese food. >>

>> Return to the States, realize you're in New Jersey, and there's a thing called a sister. Get in trouble in kindergarten for talking in class, when you don't even speak English. Kick a boy while wearing heavy winter boots, learn to speak English, fool around with poetry.

Grab the hand of the really pretty blond girl in your first grade class, become best friends.

Play piano, play Czerny finger exercises, type piano, scream and cry over that piano. Quit piano, because clearly there's no way that's working out. >> 

>> Lose your first kiss on a dark dance floor. Write a novel when nearly ten years ago you didn't even speak the  language that you're writing in. Publish the week before your sixteenth. Fall in (puppy) love. Cry over puppy love. Write angry poetry and another book. Survive junior year of high school with five AP classes and a season of studying on the driveway. Lose your most dramatic high school kiss on another dark dance floor. Do Model UN seriously, then wear Chinese dresses to Model UN and make speeches about a stuffed panda toy.

Go back to the Orient, dine with the executives of a global financial superpower.

Write college applications through the night, cry over college applications, cry and worry about everything that crosses your mind. Check your email. Get into Johns Hopkins.

Flirt in Spain. Fall in complete adoration for eighty elementary school students. Carry four year olds on your lap for two months. >>

 >> Study hard. Work hard. Party harder. Hate numbers, love lots else. Play in a hurricane. Fall for someone already, forget him in two days. Get your first B on an English paper, own your first college history paper with a solid A. Slip on marble, sleep at 3am. Study, read, drink, dance, bring it home. Burn your stomach, ravage your neck with pressure-popped blood vessels. Publish some more books. >>

>> Procrastinate macroeconomics reading. Write this. >>

You. Are. Here.

Now: Give me directions to you. -- >>