Walking through the Rockefeller center and financial district, with pink cheeks bitten by the cold. Hair and shoulders wrapped in a scarf- and each step taken with determination and purpose.
This was the New York in my younger mind, the New York I prayed for when I submitted my early decision application to NYU Stern three years ago. When I visited over Manhattan for the second time this summer, this rampant fancy of my past days became something more subtle yet more solid. I walked through the Columbia campus with my best friend from high school who had just transferred to the university; I was in her current reality, seeing myself in the corner of my eye, walking by with notebooks in hand and plaid skirt on hips. Movies at Times Square at midnight. Churches in the rain. Nights in the dorms and waking up to a beautiful view of West?? Manhattan just outside Neta’s window, and thus starting my day with an exuberant smile.