They Named it Twice

I spent 2 months in New York for what I thought would be my freshman year of college.  I’ve always loved the city. My mom would take me every 4 years to share and rejoice in the memories she once spent with her own mother. New York was always this achievable fairytale that I felt was always knocking on my door.

 

But not all knocks on doors end with a firm handshake. I was thrown for a loop in a city I once felt was fit for me. I held a sense of independence I’ve never known yet felt so lost among my Parsons peers and their agendas. The fire I had for this city and my craft was being smothered by failed expectations and an uninspired curriculum. I spent my time alone, walking aimlessly into cathedrals, libraries, museums. It wasn’t ideal, but the experience created a comfort with being by myself that I’d never felt before. I took these photos to commemorate my journey and subconsciously began thinking of life and the time I have here as a gift that’s deserving of respect and reciprocation. And I’m choosing to spend that gift on myself for the time being.