The most profound moment of my weekend in New York ...

... was when we were seated in the Helen Hayes Theatre, waiting for Xanadu to start.   I realized that that was exactly where I'd always wanted to be at that precise moment.

Sometimes I forget in the day-to-day flow of just living ... that I'm living a dream.  I had many dreams as a kid.  But it's one thing to imagine and aspire.  And quite another to find yourself in that moment, living that life that was such a distant hope for seemingly forever.

There I was.  In New York visiting a friend -- who a little more than a year earlier, hosted me in his home country of Australia -- after taking the train up from my apartment in DC.  Comfortably awaiting the start of a Broadway musical, after which we had plans to pop over to Little Italy for a bit.  I was very easy-breezy.  Just living.  And it hit me.  Every single aspect of that scenario is a tidbit of what I always wanted.

Twas very surreal.