At 7:05 am Eastern time on Saturday, March 22nd, 2014, I said my final goodbyes to New York. It was a groggy, semi-cranky, subconscious goodbye, but a goodbye nonetheless.
In conclusion, it was a great trip. I learned a lot, walked a lot, and ate a lot. I was very glad to have gotten the opportunity to participate in the CSPA Convention; I am totally pumped to continue work on publications. The convention deepened my love for publication design, typography, and yes, Beyoncé. I got to learn from some New York Times folks, Leigh Rubin, and the gloriousness that is Adam Goldstein.
The sightseeing was great too. The subway rides weren't as horrific as I had imagined they would be, except for the one time it was terribly crowded and the only way to comfortably angle my head was to have it facing in the direction of a young Latino couple fondling one another ("Liiike, why you think I wanna leeave you? I wanna hold you all night and liiike kiss you all night and cuddle wit' youu"). Surprisingly, the New York I had dreamed about as a ten-year-old and the one I visited were not totally different. As I sat in a Hungarian pastry shop and stared out the window, I thought to myself, "Gee, I wouldn't mind living here."
I came to three general conclusions regarding New Yorkers: 1) They never sleep, 2) they never walk at a leisurely pace, and 3) they never go to the bathroom (the toilet to human ratio at Chelsea Market was enough to disturb me).
But really, I had a great time. I'll never forget looking out the windows of Columbia from the fifth floor, nodding off on a subway train for the first time, or my misadventures at the art museums. I was very sad to leave, but not too bummed because I am confident I'll be returning. Maybe I'll come back as a freshman at Parsons, maybe I'll come back as a tourist. We'll see.
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