I will be in the Big Apple in 18 hours. I am so excited. The sights and sounds of the hustling and bustling city. The second largest city in the world! People form every country in the world congregating in this single location. The heightened senses yet resounding numbness I imagine standing in the middle of Times Square on a busy evening. The glorious art museums and the somber site of our nation's painful day of September 11th. The serenity of Central Park surrounded by the thriving businesses and international communications. Television, radio, newspapers. Theater, libraries, universities. The entrance to America at one point welcoming the immigrants through our idyllic symbol of liberty. Oh so much more. I can only imagine it all. I am officially excited for this venture.
It also seems to come at an appropriate time. I was stressed out about leaving right before school starts, and it is still quite stressful. But this is the perfect place for me to discover more about my identity. I can absorb the extravagant array of cultures and ideas there and learn more about who I am. I won't have the influence of my friends or peers. I won't be stressed by my duties at home (as much). I will be mostly disconnected and forced to take it all in. Although it won't be true separation, it will be enough to allow me to reflect on my life. Where I have been. Where I am now. And Where I want to and will go.
New York, here I come.
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