As I lay on a friend's futon in their two bedroom apartment in Washington Heights, listening to the radiator hum, whistle and rattle, I can't help but feel a sense of belonging. Not meaning in this apartment, but in this city. As one of my classmates and best friends, Evan, and I boarded our train to NYC this morning at 3:20am in Toledo, OH, I couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Excited, scared, anxious, curious, inspired, driven, motivated, joyful, thankful. How could I not feel this way knowing I was going to NYC for the last time as a trip? Knowing the next time I'd be in the city after this, I would be living there and starting a new life. Ahh How crazy cool is that?! It is all becoming real, what has been my dream for the longest time is coming to fruition.
After a 17 hour train ride, while waiting for the subway from Penn Station, my mind was racing with thoughts and questions that I'd never really had before this trip, and I've been here four times before. Some doubt filled, others filled with excitement and wonder. As soon as Evan and I got off at our subway stop with all our luggage, we were both starved because we somehow managed to skip eating since the night before at 11pm (oops!) and conveniently there happened to be a pizza place called Como Pizzeria. Evan barely had to ask me anything before we were in the door ordering some delicious pizza. Ooooh my goodness was it good pizza, and cheap too (; As I sat in the small pizzeria, looking out the window at the Christmas lights on the trees across the street, watching the cars and people go by, my mind calmed down. This is where I want to be. This is where I will be living in about 2.5 weeks. And as I let this sink in, I couldn't help but smile and take another bite of my wonderful slice of pizza.