It feels like a year has passed since I opened this book. But as I look up from it and see the clock I realize it has only been an hour. Only sixty minutes,  thirty-six hundred seconds, two hundred and sixteen thousand milliseconds. Somehow within that time I was able to travel to New York City and start a career. I was just a young adult trying to make it in the big city or at least the character in my book is. I'm just an average kid in a small town escaping my life through stories of others lives.