“I don’t know what I want to do, but I know one day I want to work in one of those tall buildings.” My mom still laughs about the time I told her that on one of our trips to NYC when I was younger. Now that I am working on the 21st floor, in the center of Midtown, I think it's safe to say I made this happen.
I can’t help but sound cliché when I talk about how I feel finally living here. I can undoubtedly say I have never felt more captivated by my surroundings, especially the plethora of food choices. Before I lived here, the subway was an enigma I was not eager to discover. And even though just the other day I managed to take the train uptown three stops instead of heading to my SoHo dorm, the subway is feeling more like a second home. Not past 11 mom… okay maybe.
I can’t believe three weeks have already gone by. It feels like I’ve been here forever, in a good way of course. Even though my time here for the summer is fleeting, I know that my time working in “one of those tall buildings” in NYC is far from it.
So, for my spiel of the day, there’s nothing better than doing something you love, in a place you love. Wherever your “NYC” may be, make sure it’s somewhere that pushes you out of your comfort zone, like this city has for me. Also, probably more important, be nice to your parents. Without them you probably don’t have the luxury to do something like this. On that note, THANKS MOM AND DAD!