
An Ode to New York
New York City, I met you when I was too young to like you. In fact, I kind of hated you. You gave me so much anxiety that I wouldn’t eat leading up to our encounter. With an hour train ride between us, it was easy to take you for granted. But now I know you more personally and see you're just misunderstood. These days, it seems as though the rain will never stop, and black puddle water has ruined my shoes. But you always make up for it with your sunsets and the silhouette of