Six years ago tomorrow, I moved to New York. I didn’t know anyone here. My parents told me they’d see me in six months, after I got this thing out of my system. I wanted to write a book, and the subject eventually found me. Today, the product of all the terrible just-moved-here-no-contacts-school-you-haven’t-heard-of jobs comes out, and I’ve actually done what I came here to do. It’s one item crossed off the list, but I add more every day. And there are miles to go before we sleep.