A year ago, I found myself in Bushwick, Brooklyn. A month earlier, I packed up everything I accumulated the last three years, moved out of my apartment, and said good bye to the Mitt. I went from seeing green to seeing skyscrapers.
I never had that Empire state of mind, I didn’t have that urge to take a bite out of the Big Apple. I was an island girl that had been to a handful of places and up to that point was pretty satisfied travelwise.
NYC just happened and I took it in.
I got used to riding the subway and tried my best not to be tourist-y (I made sure that I did all the tourist-y stuff the first week I got there). I ate in Chinatown, spent too much time in Union Square, wandered SoHo, and museum hopped. I spent a good deal underground in the subway. I met people that I will never meet again, experienced what it was like to be truly lost in a crowd, and see things only people dream about.
I may have just stayed in NYC for the summer, but a part of me will always dream about the city that never sleeps.