Next Tuesday I'm New York City bound for who knows how long. I'm not sure what I feel more? Excitement or terror. This is a city that is seemingly unforgiving. I'm just not sure I have what it takes to survive there as a cartoonist. I've never taken a risk like this in my life, which is a big motivator for doing it if I'm honest. I don't want to be the 50 year old guy regretting never taking the chance, never stepping outside the city gates.

I can't help but feel like Frodo leaving the shire or Luke bailing on Tatooine. I'm leaving safety and security on a whim that there's something bigger out there for me. Unlike those two, I don't have a magic ring or a fucking lazer sword to carry on the wish me luck.