It's funny how seeing someone from your past reemerge in a place so unconnected with them can make you realize how much you've changed, grown. Hopefully for the better, but then again you know you make mistakes too. Got dinner with P. Smith and Benjamin on Thursday and it was strange realizing that I was sitting in New York, the city I had written and longed for in all those silly stories and poems from high school, with the man who helped me find my voice in those silly stories and poems. It's seeing him, and remembering that high school girl when I really realize the changes that a single year can make. And a single city. It breathes and lives change and growth and life. From the skaters at Union Square to saxophone player on the steps of the Met, New York vibrates with sound and color and I'm grateful for the chance to be here. Right now. In this moment. It sounds terribly cliche and I should probably add in that New York can be a mean, unforgiving place as well, and I know it can, but that's my experience, not yet. And this is my first stab at writing fact not fiction so I'll keep it honest.
So recap? I know you're dying. Thursday, cold New York day and windy night but dinner with the friends and watching the Celtics game with a newfound group of NYU residents kept me busy and my mind off of the chill bumps decorating my arms. Friday? Gym in morning (I know, shocker right? then lunch, met, and Forever 21 with roomie R. Really loved hanging, comparing shoes, chatting up New York and art, and getting to know her better. Then dinner and hanging out with S, A, S, A, C, M, A, S, M, and O (really if I put names down you'd be just as confused). Then today... hmm who knows yet?
love from the apple
-Mandy
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