NYC

The semester ended and I made it through.  I moved into my new place.  I fell in love.

Right after the semester ended, I went on a (free) trip to New York City!  Along with 120 of my closest friends, I did community service for the greater NYC area.






I had the time of my life.


I made a library for the women in the YWCA.
I spent quality time with lovely Jewish seniors from the Bronx that had never been around Southerners.
I shopped until I dropped.
I ate until I couldn't move.
I was a citizen of Little Italy and Chinatown in one afternoon.
I called an international youth hostel my home.
I saw Times Square in the rain and the snow.
I laughed with people on the streets.
I belonged on the subway.
I mastered the art of gracefully draping my scarf around my neck.
I was asked for directions.
I saw my first real Broadway play.
I caught the Christmas spirit.
I woke up at dawn and stood in the cold for hours to get to shake hands with intelligent people that I respect.
I witnessed a beautiful child succumb to the staggering emotions associated with her pure belief.
I lived with black drama.
I felt at home somewhere around 72nd Street.
I walked and walked and walked.
I caught the perfect snowflake.
I saw a miracle on 34th Street.

I was wrong and I was right.  I lived and loved and laughed.

I did not want to come home.  I wanted to stay where the air is crisp.  Where the people are determined.  Where you walk with purpose, wherever it may be that you are going.  I wanted to be a part of the city that never sleeps; a place where I would fit in.

I went to New York City.
I have never been happier.