Three bucks, two bags, one me...

Yep I'm one of those people - I've moved to New York.  As I walked through JFK in the wee hours of the morning with a sizeable backpack weighing me down and dragging too large bags behind me, I couldn't help but thinking in my sleep-deprived state about all of the wide-eyed suitcase-gripping singing ingenues who have arrived in NYC before me.  Thankfully I have brought more than three bucks with me and - much to the relief of those around me I'm sure - I resisted from broadcasting my arrival to the world via song.  But I imagine my smile looked very similar...