As I stepped off the plane I was tired and hungry, but still I found myself smiling. The eight-hour plane ride didn’t seem to ruin my excitement about jump-starting my summer in the Big Apple. I had been to New York City many times, but never for more than three days. The whole thought of living in a big city other than London was nerve-racking but intriguing at the same time.

            The weekend before I moved into the city I stayed in the Hamptons with my best friend from freshman year in high school. Having my 17-year-old [ ...continue reading ]