I’ve been in New York City for about two weeks now. It might sound cliché, but this place already feels like more than home to me. Everything that I have experienced up to this point (up to reaching my goal of living in New York City) now feels like a fuzzy black and white memory in the back of my head. And I don’t mean all the great memories I’ve made with people I love back home (those still remain a part of me!!!), I mean the day to day. The day to day of waking up, putting on the same uniform, going to the same conservative catholic all girls school with the same closed-minded people. That is not who I was and it’s not something I ever want to go back to. Now that I’m going to my dream school, everything is alive. My thoughts, hopes and dreams swirl through my head as they always did, but now I am in an environment where I am free to get them out of my head and onto paper. I am in a situation now that I can avidly work towards my goals and make obvious process. I feel whole in this city, I feel like I have nothing to hold back. I can wear whatever I want, say whatever I want, think whatever I want. It’s definitely been a culture shock, but a good one for sure. I knew this was right from the day my dream became to live here in NYC and now that it’s finally come true, I can’t imagine ever going back to the sameness that I was once so accustomed to. Thankfully, the days spent in suburbia, the long hours of studying, the practices at the gym all truly paid off. I’m finally done with that chapter of my life and so ready to finally be able to live in the present verses the future. I’m so used to waiting for the future and now that it’s here, it’s a great feeling.
This is me living my dream.
BUT, I have to stop calling soda “pop”!!!!!