Day 1!

The time is 10 in the morning, or 16 Danish time... I'm sitting with my binoculars, studying every detail out of my new view from the room.
Empire State building is right in front of me. I live on the 16th floor - the top floor in the building, which means that I can see above most of the other buildings in front of me. But this also makes me unable to see what's happening down on the street. Lots of the roof tops have cute little gardens, just like I'd imagined it before I got here. I don't know if they are public cafes or private gardens, but they are the only green in the view I see.

On every other roof are small racket-shaped water wells, which remind me of a setting from the band wars in West Side story. I have finally spotted the zigzagged stairs that run outside the buildings of apartments - the one's you see in all the movies. I don't know what it is about them; it's just New York!

Through the binoculars i spot workers painting or repairing things things outside a building from an insane height. It reminds me of the famous black/white photograph, that uncle Lars and aunt Charlotte have in their apartment. This is again just another detail of an everyday life in a city. But these have been the I was looking forward to see, because they have been my picture of New York city.

I feel the breeze from the 26 degrees (celsius! - I still haven't learnt what that is in fahrenheit!). I thought I'd be arriving for the autumn!
In the background, a part from the endless noise from the enormous city, my jewelry box is playing. The chinese one Farmor/avo gave me, with the swans turning around on the lake. The melody in the jewelry box is 'Memory' from Cats.
It calms and warms my soul, in a room I don't feel so much at home in yet.
The melody reminds me of my child room, my grandma who I love dearly, and it's a reminder of the reason I am here.

The music creates a story. A story I love. And I am reminded of my endless joy for music. How the sound in a magical way connects to the deepest place in you. The core ins of you, where the true self lies. Here, where you find yourself pure, truthful, honest and grounded.
This is the core I have chosen to live my life from. Not just because I want to be a pure and honest person, but also because it is my passion to tell the world about this connection. To reach into the fragile part of people and affect them.
And this is what the music is able to do. If you take care of it in the right way and open it up through your heart, it is capable of everything!

As an actress I seek the truthful part of the human being. It takes time and courage, but it is my lifelong project. There is an explanation to why I'm drawn to the world of theatre. Because this is where the stories live. On the stage, it is the actor's duty to connect with the core of the person they're playing.
In the theatre, anything can happen. This is where I see dreams blossoming, and what is man without dreams?

Yesterday, I arrived at my room around 10 in the evening, and even though I could pass out from the tiredness, I insisted on starting to pack out my 4 suitcases! In that way, I figured, it would be easier for me to wake up in the morning, in this new place, with a more homely feeling.
The first thing I saw when I woke up was my world map; now with a pin through New York. I couldn't be prouder.
Then there is my Les Miserables poster, the friend frame from Nekisa, a drawing from Catarina and a drawing from Clara.

I have a huge drawer with a one square meter mirror, a huge desk, a gigantic walk-in closet and a bath tub!
My bed is not a double bed, but a double mattress. It's much harder than I'm used to, and the pillow is really hard - which made me wake up with a headache this morning. I need a quick solution for that. Unfortunately, I have a cold, a sore throat and a starting fever. Not a nice start, but I am sure it is just the mixture of a jet lag and the huge change I've been through.

It's weird being alone, and only alone in this place. It's like I need to give myself the first brave push, to make the days go by. But there is so much ahead, that I am sure the days will soon pass by in a rush.

I look far out my window, and it feels like today is the biggest step I have to take. There is no way back, once i mingle with the city. This is not a 2-week vacation, but my new home.
What if it doesn't live up to my expectations? What if I can't see me being 'home' here?
My heart beats fast, and it has taken me hours to get out of bed.

...But I am dying to see Times Square, and visit my school, I need to find some food and meet new people. I've been looking forward to all this for months. So now I am leaving to take New York by storm!