New York, New York
I don’t think I will ever get over how magical my trip to NYC was. I grew up going to NYC every year, but that ended when I went off to college and I hadn’t been back since. The city holds a certain nostalgia, and on this trip my nostalgia collided with the passion of my current world. The hustle gave a certain high that I cannot even begin to put into words. I kept thinking to myself: the little girl that used to look at this city with wide eyes wouldn’t believe this would be her life one day. I don’t think I slept more than a couple hours the entire trip. I didn’t need it. The city was my breath and and the people I met were my lungs. There is a quote that I repeat in my head often and it is this:
“I fall in love with people’s passion. The way their eyes light up when they talk about the thing they love and the way they fill with light.”
Every person I met, ran into and worked with on this trip displayed this quote most perfectly. The fire they had was contagious. Maybe that it just what New York does to you. It allows you to be unapologetically yourself and urges you to follow your dreams.
