Since my first semester freshman year of high school I was always OBSESSED with New York. I wouldn’t say thats necessarily an uncommon obsession. There is so much about New York to fall in love with. But the weird thing about my situation was that I’d never even been to New York before. All my obsession had come from things I’d read, movies I’d seen, or just stories I had heard. I trusted this obsession so much that I only looked at colleges in New York. I knew this was where I wanted to be.
When I found out I had been accepted to Baruch I was beyond excited. I knew that this meant that I would finally get to go to the city of my dreams. My first trip to New York City was my recruiting trip in November 2010. I was only here for 58 hours but I was 100% positive that I wanted to live in the city, even after such a short time. When I would tell people about how I had fallen in love with the energy of the city they all warned me that I would get tired of it and that I shouldn’t make such a life-changing decision after being here for such a short period of time. But I knew they were wrong. I knew i would always love it.
On top of everyone back home trying to convince me that I wouldn’t like living there or that I would get tired of it, my grandfather warned my dad very strongly against it. My grandfather grew up in New York City in the 40’s and 50’s. He told my dad that it was “no place for a young lady.” He warned of all the drugs, crime, sex, and danger in the city. Understandably that would concern any loving father. After that my dad and I took one more trip out to the city. He wanted to see this “danger” for himself. Dad says from all the looks of excitement he saw on my face as I showed him around, that there was no way he could deny me something that he could tell I wanted so badly. (On top of that he didn’t see any of the scary things that my grandfather had spoken of.)
And now here I am! Living the life I have dreamed about for 4 years. The city never ceases to amaze and surprise me.