‘6pm in New York’

When I first departed JFK for SAT, I think I believed I would do a brief stint in Texas and then come back after the semester ended. When I did, nothing felt the same. I knew in July that I wanted to leave for my undergraduate education. Part of me feels deeply hurt: I give New York a lot of shit, but it’s because I feel I’m allowed to. I miss my friends, and I miss the city itself. But a deeper part of me really feels that I’ve found my community in Texas. And that’s worth something more than one can easily quantify. I’m not sure of myself quite yet, and that’s never an easy feeling for me. I’m not even sure if the recent column I wrote is really "worth" anything. Although I hope the readers of the Trinitonian enjoy it.

But with a heavy heart, I am announcing this morning that I will be leaving NYU. It’s not the experience I came to want for myself.

I promise that I will return to the city one day.