After getting accepted into college, I thought the hard part was over. I couldn’t have been more wrong. One of the most trying experiences a college freshman will face (especially a female freshman) is fitting everything needed for your apartment into the car. 13 boxes, 3 plastic tubs, and 4 suitcases later the mini van was stuffed to the brim. Driving up 95, I was so ready to spend Saturdays at the Met, go running in Central Park, and eat at an eclectic restaurant near my apartment in midtown. Behind me were the days of paying $3.50 a gallon for gas, buying things I probably didn’t need at Potomac Mills, and hanging out in someone’s basement every weekend. I had an idealized notion that everything there was just... better.
After arriving in New York, everything seemed bigger and better. Walking down the street, my eyes were bright and sparkling and I had a smile that threatened to take over my entire face. I remember thinking to myself, I love it here. This is what I always wanted. The click of my heels walking down the pavement on 6th avenue was barely audible over the roar of taxis and food vendors trying to make a sale. Everywhere I looked I saw a famous landmark or a place featured in one of the movies I had devoured when day dreaming about my future. The feeling simply knowing that this was mine, I lived here now, was intoxicating.
I loved the fact that there were as many people on the sidewalk at midnight as there was in the middle of the afternoon. There was always something to do, things didn’t close at 10! There was 24-hour takeout, movies, diners, and if it got really boring, Times Square was only 5 blocks from my apartment. Everything was perfect, I could wear ridiculous outfits that I could never get away with in Virginia because so many people in New York look like they just fell out of the latest issue of Vogue.
New York lived up to all my expectations. I had permanent butterflies in my stomach from the constant excitement. I had only been there a week and I had seen a taping of Good Morning America, gotten my picture taken with Daniel Radcliffe, and had Taylor Swift compliment my outfit. Was this real life?
I think my comments here might feel off-topic, but they have to be on topic simply because I am curious: what school were you at? Why New York? How did you afford an apartment in midtown? Shopping? I know as a college student we usually ate Romen noodles and saved money for Friday nickle beers. So your experience in NYC is different for so many reasons. And why did you leave? More, please!
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like something you would get in a movie about a girl. Just your average person moving to a new school and the next thing you know they're living the life they've always dreamt about or seen in the movies. The way you expressed yourself about moving to NYC felt like the preview of another movie of a teenager moving into the Big Apple City. It's pretty unbelievable that you were able to have T-Swift compliment you out of other people being there. I would have liked to see more reasons of to why you wanted to live in NYC or talk about the school you were attending. Still I got lost in this blog, good job.
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