new york city
was a dream for me as it is for many. I was 16 when I decided I wanted to move here from Iowa, and since then it's always been an idea of the pinnacle of success for me. I romanticized it, I was scared of it, I beat the hell out of the dream. I've grown and realized that relationships and connection are something to strive for over location, but I still never rid myself of the feeling that if I didn't make it there...maybe I didn't make it anywhere. Sinatra is to blame. My idea of success is to blame.
Here are some of my first stunning, frustrating, beautiful and confusing moments in the city.