My adventure started in downtown Manhattan and ended in an unknown area of Queens. After missing the correct stop.... the subway ride to Long Island City was a long and confusing experience. All these difficulties were in pursuit of an unknown event... I only knew the title and was attending by recommendation... my expectations were level. However all the transit issues were forgotten upon arrival at the trendy Moma Ps1 Summer Warm-Up. I spent the afternoon absorbing the concert style inspiration and swaying to the the electronic beats. My favorite part of the evening was the dinner... or should I say breakfast. The diner next to the event was packed and the menu satisfied any craving for a midnight snack. After devouring the french toast and inhaling my cappuccino, the transit struggle was revived. One cab drove by every 10 minutes, and the majority were busy. When the empty green prize would appear on the horizon, 20 other attendees frantically waved, competing for the drivers attention. However the time spent trying to catch a cab was mixed with meeting strangers and enjoying the summer night away from Manhattans crowds. Time seemed to slow as the evening passed and conversation seemed to flow about anything and everything. The summer breeze added a serenity to the urban buzz that sedated the clock.The entire evening had no structure... no plan... no expectations... and it ended up being perfect.
What defines us? This question is a large part of one's journey of self-discovery. Is it where we come from? Is it how we react in our most challenging times? Are we defined by the decisions that we make everyday? What I am discovering is that the contrast of both good and bad times allows us to decide who we are and what we want in life. That is why we must experience everything. Our experiences make us strong and we must not forget them, for even if they are not all pleasant, they have helped us in someway. I have been struggling with this question for the past month; one thing that I am sure of is that I will define myself. I will not let others tell me who I am or where I am going.
The week is almost over and soon these days will become memories. However much like Italy.... I am not ready for this week to finish. I want to continue living in the present... I want to continue writing this story. My wish to freeze time does not mean that I am not excited for what the future holds... I know this year is going to be amazing; the feeling is a bittersweet mixture of reluctance and excitement.
I am inspired everyday. Even in my lowest
moments, walking the Soho streets always widens my perspective and refreshes my
attitude. Watching the people stroll by and peeking into their stories is
insightful in my own life. The moments they create remind me of my own
memories.I remember myself as
the girl sitting quietly reading a book in Washington Square Park, cleansing
her mind of any problems that threaten to ruin her peace. I remember myself as
the girl sitting on the staircase in the shadows, listening to nostalgic songs
reflecting on her life and her cherished memories. I recognize myself in each
one of these girls.... experiencing different stories and all traveling
different paths.... each experiencing the shades of solitude in a big city.