So I’m hunched on the floor in a grimy corner of JFK, feeling a compulsion to begin this blogging odyssey right here right now (and also not quite prepared to go meet the kids on my program–a bit too fried from packing and goodbyes to socialize). The iBook umbilical cord is going to be a hard one to cut; I feel like I’m enjoying my last few breaths of air before yanking the life support.

At the same time, my temporary new life on the other side of the world is becoming more real every minute. Dancing up and down on the corner of 114th and Broadway, trying desperately to keep warm while waiting for a shuttle bus, I watched my classmates hustling on their pre-class errands. It’s certainly a relief to not be rushing into another headlong semester of short nights and constant worry. But I’m pretty sure the alternative is going to be more challenging, in different ways.

OK, so I don’t really have anything to say. My co-bloggers already in country–Jess, Travis, and Katie–will have much more interesting dispatches before you know it. Welcome to Off Broadway!