Blog 1

As I sit here in the Syracuse, NY, Target parking lot, after having purchased decorations for a party I’m not quite sure if people are even going to show up to, I must start by saying that I really need to fucking pee. I am anxious and I don't know what I'm doing and I'm a senior and I'm not sure if I should curse in this because what if my employers think I'm insane and what if you all think I'm insane because this is a public platform I am so reckless with it and I could go on and on. It seems I am just going with my gut on this one. The glassbox is a form of expression. It is a place that exists when it feels like it shouldn’t. Some of the people I invited to my launch party tonight are best friends, some good friends, and some acquaintances. We pass by each other at the bar, saying “hi, how are you,” caring about one another for the first couple seconds then moving on with our lives. And that's okay. 

I went to Syracuse University to escape my Florida bubble. I wanted to develop a network of people that would one day aim to live in or near the big apple so that I would be able to get my foot in the door. I am currently unemployed- so first cheers to that. 

Welcome to the Glassbox.