Lots of tall skyscrapers around me while the subway rattles my confined dorm room. I have left Texas for a new place. I have always dreamed of being here and living in the spirit of all that is this magnificant city.
After a fight with my parents to the airport this morning (they were fearful for my life in the big city... understandable), I boarded a Delta flight to La Guardia. While passing over DFW, the place that I grew up in, I cried. I don't know what came over me... yes I do, I have attachments there. As much as I want to deny it, I was leaving my home and all that I love, again. The feeling of loss panged in my heart as I crossed the threshold to New York.
After taking a short taxi ride to my new home on 10th and Broadway, I checked into the dorm. I was trying to remain calm and collected, but I was scared shitless. I am still scared, how am I going to pay for all of this?
Five hours later, I have made friends with like 20 people and have a group of friends that helped me carry a load of stuff home from K-mart. It is freezing (all I brought was tank tops... we had 60 degrees temperatures here in the village), but I am having the time of my life. I cannot wait for my small adventure in Manhatten.
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