Well this is goodbye I guess. I don’t really know who I’m saying goodbye to because I’m not sure if anyone reads these posts except for maybe my mom and few of my fellow bloggers. But to be honest, I don’t really care. I did this more for myself than anyone else. It doesn’t matter to me how many people read what I write. I’ve used this as a platform to say what I want. To speak my mind and express thoughts and feelings about fashion and the world around me through a medium that is appropriate and in an environment that will respect me for what I have to say, because I have a lot to say.
I spent most of my time here writing in metaphors about New York and my observations and my loves and what I think it true. The truth can be very subjective at times. There’s your truth, then there’s someone else’s truth, and then there’s the truth. All different based on who you are and where you come from and what your agenda is. I truly enjoyed every minute of this. Writing this blog is what I enjoyed most about my time at FIT this Spring. I still don’t like bloggers, my opinion on that has not changed, but my opinion on myself has.
After writing this I’ve really begun to reconsider what I want to do with my career moving for ward. And while I absolutely do not have to decide now, I do very much enjoy writing and fashion journalism. The fashion world has so many complex layers. It is fluid and open but incredibly ruthless. It is not for everyone. I might even find that it’s not right for me. I don’t know and none of us will ever know until the do or die moment comes, and we see it all presented in front of us, then we will see what it right.
“All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go, I’m standing here outside your door, I hate to wake you up to say goodbye, but dawn is breakin’ it’s early morn, the taxi’s waitin’ he’s blowin’ his horn, already I’m so lonesome I could cry.” - John Denver
Thank you very much.