In April of my freshman year, I went to New York with my AP Art History class. Even though, I had one half of a friend going into that trip, I still had the absolute time of my life. I can still vividly remember walking out of the subway station in Brooklyn and feeling like I had finally made it home.
The pace of the city and the roar of the subway all immediately felt normal to me, like I had lived there all my life. Coming back to Lexington after that trip, I felt like I was moving in slow motion and everywhere I went was just a bit too quiet. That trip proved what I already had a good feeling about. I need to be in New York City if I am going to be the best version of myself.
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