For better of for worst I've documented my life in photos so I can go through them during rainy days like today.  With the playlist in shuffle I click through folders of images to retell myself the story of a journey that could be similar to everyone else's, but it's mine.  I'm particularity fond of the self-portraits. There I am, recently migrated to New York with no money to buy a mattress. And now, at my fully remodeled bedroom. At the new job not knowing how much I would hate that cubicle. Bored in my cubicle. At the old job after being promoted.  Proud at my new office overseeing the East River. Feeling lonely at night. Celebrating the success of a great meeting in front of the mirror in the restroom. Jet-laged. Getting ready to go out.  Excited. Confused. Thoughtful. Wearing a beauty mask. Drinking an entire bottle of wine. Drunk.  Testing the light. In the shade. Naked. In the old, new, future apartment. Dreaming big. Feeling low. An accomplished New Yorker. Recently migrated to Mexico with no furniture in the apartment.  Alone. Not anymore.  There I am. 

Thursday at 6:30 PM at cubicle. Not a good day. 2008.