Let me tell you what it feels like being able to buy shoes from Charles and Keith.
Not actually buying them, but knowing that you can.
It feels surreal. So surreal I want to cry.
My hands shake at the thought of actually being able to afford splurging on nachos at forum; at having the moolah to buy a present for my cousin that she might actually like, at finally NOT caring what a slice of cheesecake costs…
Oh dear God I think my eyes are welling up again.
I got paid. Somebody actually paid me to copy motifs off the internet and change the color. Somebody actually paid me.
Hear that? It’s the sound of millions of litte birds fluttering inside Hira’s heart singing that tune from Disney’s Cinderella…EXCEPT that, ladies and gentlemen I am no longer Cinderella surviving the month on a measley thousand rupees! I am Spartacus!!!!
Please hand me a tissue, I just can’t stop.
Is this what freedom meant to the muslims of India? Is this how Italian immigrants felt at the first sight of the Statue of Liberty? Is this how Elizabeth Taylor felt after every divorce?
Oh the joy…money is the greatest thing in the world.