There comes a time in everyone’s life that the word “home” can be very confusing. I arrived at NYU dorms on May 23, 2010. This is going to be my “home” for the next three months. One suitcase and a carry on. How can one survive with the bare minimal in New York City? The city of the most fashionable people? One cannot compete. I arrived to an enormous room on the twelfth floor with a common room with three beds and another bedroom with two beds. A bit confused, I chose my bed close to the window overlooking the fire escapes and rooftop gardens. Hearing sirens and car horns was a reassurance that “I was not in Kansas city anymore!” Anxious, excited, nervous, beautiful, exhausted, confused, stressed, lonely, happy…did I mention nervous. Feeling a bit directionless I began to take one step at a time. This is what I have been craving, now is the time to soak it up.
“Be yourself, and don’t let the city change you…YOU change the city!”
-Wise woman
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